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They were in a hotel down the street from Eden’s Den. A nice one, complete with a spa. Callum and Sasha shared a suite with her, and someone had laid out clothes—a white parka with faux white fur, black cargo pants, and a fitted sweater. All in her size.
“You’re in there, and we’re in the two adjoining rooms,” Callum commented, pointing to a room with double doors. “You need anything at all, Olivia, call me first.”
“Why wouldn’t she call me?” Sasha spoke up for the first time.
“Because you’re a traitor, b***h. Don’t think I don’t know who and what you are,” Callum snarled. He was more animal than man, she realized. His hair was long, unkempt, and his eyes glowed constantly.
“We need to be dressed in less than five minutes. The Mistress wants to meet her personally,” Sasha said, gla
