Chapter 11.
Rogan.
Sadie was looking tired and paler the more we talked. “Hey, you wanna get to bed?”
She nodded and stifled a yawn with her hand. “Yeah, but can I ask one thing before I pass out? How are we going to transport those women, and where are we going to put them when we get them out?”
The room went silent once again, as it did each time we talked about this.
The likelihood of us making it out alive—or even at all—wasn’t good.
Let alone us getting in, rescuing those women, and getting out again with all of in one piece.
But let’s indulge the fantasy for a minute.
“Well, they’ll need a hospital. That’s for damn sure.”
Fridge snorted. “Yeah, but half the doctors in this city are vampires, and no one is going to believe we just found these starving, pregnant, drained women
