“Hmmm.” Autumn wisely kept her mouth shut. “This is your room. If you need anything,
just let me know.”
“Thank you,” Gia said, stepping inside the black fitting room. She closed the velvet curtain behind her and browsed the selections hanging on hooks. The brilliant reds, oranges, and lime greens made her smile. “Fuck.” He was right. She’d wear these and love them. I am in such trouble.
CHAPTER FOUR
“You talk to her?” Demon asked, nodding to Gia who was out back with Ardy talking
wedding plans.
“Yeah, we’re going to give some bullshit information and see if her contact is
compromised.”
“And if it is?” Demon took a swig of his beer and watched him with narrowed eyes.
Lefty rubbed the back of his neck. “Then we know it’s a dead end and we’ll send someone
in to do some recon in person.”
“Stay on top of this.”
“I am. I have to be.”
“What does she think Mylandra’s end game is?”
“Fresh flesh, foreign flesh. She says they pay top dollar for it.”
“Jesus, shit, man.” Demon ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t have the stomach for that
shit. I don’t know how you deal with humans like they’re fucking cattle.”
“I know, brother.”
“If she knows Gia is here, why wait?’
“Grudge.”
“Over what?”
Lefty glanced out the back door, feeling like he was revealing a secret. “She wasn’t happy with her for leaving.”
Demon’s eyes went wide. “She was a working girl?”
“They don’t give them much of a choice there.”
“Jesus fuck, dude.”
“Yeah. It was bad, man.” Lefty sighed.
“She talk about it to you?”
“I don’t think it was intentional, but yes. I felt like puking at what it did to her mind. All I could do was stand there and look at her like a fucking idiot.”
“What could you say?” Demon asked. “Sometimes, the best medicine is silence and some
give a fuck.”