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Arawn

I’m still wiping my lip as I reenter the room with the skinny woman.

“So, Bridget,” I say, making her look at me annoyed. “Want to share your story with me as well? Before I let them throw your entitled ass into the East River?”

She laughs, the drugs in her system blocking every function in her brain. “I have nothing to tell you.”

“Fine,” I say, taking the tablet Bernard is passing me.

She fidgets on her chair and bobs her leg nervously while I go through the security footage. I watch Nerthus coming into the club, and how she becomes the third wheel to her supposed friend and one of my soldiers.

I have to keep myself from smiling as I watch her sipping on her drink and dancing to the music with small movements while her friend is trying to buy drugs. The footage switches as they move to the catacombs, and I know the woman already well enough to see that she is not feeling comfortable being where her friend takes her.

My heart squeezes as I think how concerned she was abou