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Nodding, I lifted my chin and stepped into the room.

From behind us, the wall of security guards grabbed Nash, Blade, and Cyrus’s arms before chucking them inside.

“Fucking assholes!” Blade huffed as she regained her footing.

But by the time she was back on her feet, the door had slammed behind us, leaving us in a dimly lit office.

Looking up at the walls, my brows furrowed. Covered in padded, upholstered panels, the walls were a deep burgundy that provided a warm glow under the dim orange lighting. Arranged in a herringbone pattern, strips of orange light lined the seams of the panels.

A dark wood bookcase extended to the ceiling.

And then I saw her.

Sitting on the wood desk, a woman in a black pantsuit looked out a glass window. Her dark hair was up in a tight bun.

The strobing lights from The Station’s dance floor flitted across the wood-paneled ceiling.

Through the glass, I could see the rounded ceiling of The Station’s main terminal.

“You can see all of it from here.” The woman spoke. Her voice was low and sultry, like it was a secret she was letting us in on.

Cyrus stood straighter, rolling her shoulders back as she evaluated the space.

Pursing her lips, the woman turned to face us, still leaning on her desk. “Look what the cat dragged in, a couple strays from Feverpoint.”

My lips parted, surprised to hear the words fall from her mouth.

But a nudge from Nash was enough to know I should keep my mouth shut.

All of us did, each of us waiting to see what fate this woman might have for us.

She watched us closely, examining the dynamics between us from the subtle shifts in our body language. “Management knows everything. Even who’s lurking in the shadows.” A slight smile played at the corner of her mouth, power oozing from every word. “You may know me as Madame.”

Slipping off her desk, she stood tall as she put her hands on her hips. She tapped her long, elegant fingers against her pantsuit. “You’ve broken our rules.”

My throat tightened. We’d been caught red-fucking-handed. And we were trapped in the Madame’s grasp, her bodyguards certainly waiting outside.

Her eyes traveled across us, taking in our color-coded outfits. She lifted a brow as she stopped on my purple gown, winking as she shrugged.

“At least you followed that rule.”

Cyrus bristled, wanting to break every rule and take this woman down.

Despite how stunning she was, none of my Freaks liked being told what to do, or when to be quiet. And neither did I.

Clearing my throat, I tried to speak with some confidence despite my shaky voice. “All we did was take the card.”

Madame narrowed her eyes. “And roughed up a pigeon.” But a hearty laugh rose from her chest as she came out from behind her desk. “But who could blame you for that? Fuckers are annoying as hell.”

Leaning against the front of her desk, a waft of expensive perfume filled my nose. The red bottoms of her heels peeked out as she crossed one ankle over the other.

“And the card is really Ms. Stone’s responsibility.” Madame licked her teeth, her eyes scanning my three Freaks. “You’re far more fit than I expected. Much gym equipment in that abandoned park?” Her piercing eyes landed on Cyrus.

A pang of jealousy rushed through my body as she took in Cyrus’s towering figure, the curves of her muscles under that perfectly fitted suit.

Growling, Cyrus’s dark gaze stayed fixed on Madame. “We get plenty of exercise.”

Her nose lifted to a snarl as she looked to Blade, who was keeping herself as still as she could — only allowing her fingers to flicker in the air by her sides.