Nixx’s jaw hardened. “You don’t know where?”
I shook my head.
“Why?”
I glanced toward the open doorway. Stitch was busy at the front counter, and no one stood close enough to hear.
“I tried to leave Havoc once. I had money saved and somewhere to go. He found out before I got far.” My fingers curled around the stencil paper. “Afterward, he took Millie. He lets me see her when I behave.”
Nixx became so still he might have stopped breathing.
“How often?”
“Usually once a week. Sometimes less if he’s angry. The visits are supervised, and he decides how long they last.”
His gaze dropped to the shadows beneath my eyes.
“And yesterday?”
“Forty-two minutes.”
It should not have sounded like a victory. Somehow it did.
“Where do you see her?”
“I can’t tell you.”
The answer came too quick
