We’re almost to where I expect to meet the other Purebloods when a lump obstructs our path. The first sign that it’s not just a pile of trash is Elara’s horrified scream. Upon closer inspection, I see it’s not trash—it’s a young girl. A very dead girl.
“Don’t look.”
I try to block her view with my arm. Her small hands claw into my forearm and push it away. I snort as I let her soak in the horror before us. A quick scan of the body confirms what I already suspected: this isn’t the first or the last corpse I’ll find like this. This girl didn’t die of natural causes.
“Let’s go.”
I tug her away from the scene.
“No.” She stops cold. “We can’t just leave her there.”
“We can, and we will.”
“Do you have no scruples at all?”
I arch a brow, not sure if she can see me.
“Do you really want me
