Chapter Twenty-Two ▏The Visitor

“Prostitute?” I explode. “A prostitute? Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Gynith says with a small smile, which quickly vanishes. “Fake prostitute, by the way. Emphasis on ‘fake’.”

“Prostitutes,” I repeat weakly, leaning against the sink, barely able to support my weight. I feel like my knees just turned to jelly upon hearing that word. “And you agreed to this?”

Jossie and Gynith exchange dubious looks, like this is something they never really considered before. I don’t know why, but that annoys me more than anything. Have they never really thought about this? Have they never stopped to consider why this is their role?

I let out a breath to prepare for a tirade, but Jossie beats me to it. “Look, Lora. I didn’t say it’s a perfect plan with zero snags. Either we’re in it, or we’re not. And the only way to be in it, to be in the actual operation and the