Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He isn’t.
He’s—
“Don’t ever drop your guard around him, do you hear me?” Casting his anger aside, his handsome face filled with fear. “Don’t trust him. Don’t fantasise that he’ll save you. Don’t you dare believe he’s different because he isn’t.”
“But he is—” I slapped a hand over my mouth in horror.
Good grief, Ily.
Cameras and confessions did not mix.
And even if I did tell Peter who Henri truly was, he wouldn’t believe me. He’d think I’d lost my mind. That I’d cracked and attached myself to the first monster who raped me.
Then again…
Peter’s ultimate fantasy was that one day a reluctant Master would arrive to free us all. If Henri succeeded, he would be that Master.
But…I couldn’t share.
I could never put Henri in jeopardy because if he fell, all of us fell too—
“Fucking hell.” He groaned. “Don’t. Don’t let hope kill you. Please? Don’t be that stupid.” Stepping closer, he pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered just like Henri did. “I know I told you to fall into line. I know I shared what happens to jewels who fight back and try to run, but…I think…” He sighed and glanced at a camera before breathing ever so quietly, “I think you should run. It might be your only chance.”
Everything inside me shut down. “What? But—”
His hand lashed out and grabbed my elbow, cutting me off. Digging his fingernails into my arm, he squeezed me hard. “If he becomes who I think he’ll become. If he embraces everything he said in the foyer this morning, then…I wouldn’t wish him on anyone. Get out while he’s still fighting with those final shreds of morality. Run the moment you spy a chance because you’re better off dying by an electric shock than a Diamond Kiss, and that’s exactly what he’ll end up giving you.”
Chapter Seventeen
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Henri
“AFTER YOU.” VICTOR GRINNED HIS reptilian grin, standing on the threshold of his office.
Not that it could be called a simple office.
Tucked away on the highest floor of this monstrosity of a castle, it flowed out onto a stone deck with the parapet framing all corners with ancient protection. Gargoyles watched with their wings spread. Angels hung, skewered and bleeding, butchered by the swords of sandstone goblins.
“Quite the place you have here.” I strolled into the huge space, my borrowed loafers whispering over dense gold carpet. Two ornate desks had been pushed together to make one long work area. Four computer screens on one end, a laptop on the other, and a quill and ink pot in the centre as if honouring the olden days where swan feathers were used to write instead of keyboards.
“Thank you.” Victor accepted my compliment. “I admit, I like it. I spend most of my time up here.” Closing the door, he followed me. “I needed something practical but comfortable.”
“You expect me to believe you forgo the glittering entertainment below?” I waggled my eyebrows, hating myself. “Or do you have your own jewels stashed under your desk? Slaves you don’t share.”
He laughed. “Oh, I make do, don’t you worry.” Brushing past me, he went to his desk and booted up the laptop. “As much as I’d like to indulge and be a man of pleasure and leisure every day, I still have an empire to run.”
“Empire being new slaves?”
He watched me closely before asking, “Tell me, Henri. How much do you know of the trafficking trade?”
Frost coated my insides. “Honestly? Not a lot.”
“Have you ever been on the black web and tried to find your own little plaything? Something French perhaps or Spanish. Maybe a toy from Russia or Brazil?” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Every flavour. Every authenticity. They’re all available…if you know where to look.”
The reckless part of me—the part that would do anything to earn the companionship of my brother and his family—perked up for facts, secrets, and knowledge. The more I knew of Victor’s operation, the more intel I could feed Q when he finally came.
But…the cautious part of me went dangerously still.
I didn’t want to know.
Didn’t want to imagine all the helpless victims being bought and gifted as if they were fucking Pokémon cards.
I also didn’t want to know because I had a feeling that once you knew that sort of thing, it became less…grotesque. If I ever saw a website listing a girl like Ily with a price tag and a shipping date as if I could order her straight off Amazon, it would be yet another nudge that the desires inside me weren’t that bad, after all. The black urges would get worse, not because I could afford to own a fucking human being but because the world made it seem so comically…normal.
Fuck.
Sourness splashed on my tongue. “You obviously know where to look.” I forced a smirk, choosing to know everything there was to know about Victor so I could end him, all while hoping it wouldn’t end me. “Show me. What sites do you use to buy and sell merchandise? Can I get in on that?”