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“Hm?”
“Look at me.”
Atlee slowly tipped her eyes up.
“I’m sorry. I was teasing. I see now I shouldn’t’ve but you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
My muscles started to relax but bunched tight when she flashed Jack a blindingly beautiful smile.
“I was embarrassed.” Her smile fled. “Now, I’m horrified.”
Jack jerked back.
“Horrified?”
“Two tall, brown-eyed brunettes,” she muttered and shook her head. “How can they do it?”
“Do what?”
“Buy and sell humans like they’re nothing more than cattle. We all know it happens. We see it on the news and read about it but it hits differently when you know it’s happening.”
I fucking hated that Atlee was involved in this, even in the small capacity she was.
“Are you positive you can’t call in sick? This will be over in a week,” I said.
Her gaze skidded to mine and her eyes narrowed.
“I’m not calling in sick.”
Fuck.
“I want a tracker on you. And for you to carry a panic button.”
“Panic button?”
“It’s not really a button. It’ll look like an Apple watch. If you get into trouble and can’t use your phone or you’re feeling uncomfortable you press the wheel on the side and it will send a message to Rhode. He’ll notify me or Jack you need help. The watch will also be used as a tracking device if you get separated from your phone.”
“Is that—”
“It’s non-negotiable,” I bit out.
“But—”
“Two tall, brown-eyed brunettes,” I reminded her. “Martin Jackson is not human. He’s a monster and so is Eden Dunhill. Do not underestimate the woman. She’s a nasty bitch but an intelligent one. They have millions of reasons to protect their operation. They won’t hesitate to snatch you if they get a bad vibe.”
“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“Good. You should be scared. These people are auctioning women into a life that’s worse than death. Depending on how desirable the woman is she could sell for half a million or more. Rumor has it they have fifteen women on auction. Do the math, princess.”
“Fifteen?” She frowned.
“That we know of.”
Her white teeth came out and she worried her bottom lip.
“Okay, yeah, the tracker and panic button sounds good.”
Thank fuck.
