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"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Rasmus as we pulled up in front of the weathered house.
"Yes. One of my men swore he saw a woman matching Selene’s description enter with a man not long ago," he replied, his fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, eyes sweeping the shadows.
The house loomed like a sore thumb on the street. With crumbling stone walls, crooked shutters, and moldy shingles, the building stood by out of pure spite. I wanted to believe Rasmus was wrong. That this wasn’t where she’d gone. That Selene wouldn’t step foot in a place like this.
But did I really know that woman? She claimed to be close to me, but I couldn't tell.
And I should know, shouldn’t I? A mate bond is supposed to be undeniable. Like breath. Like blood.
"A brothel? A f*****g brothel?
