Six
The warehouse looked like any other. I hadn't even realised we owned this until I looked through the papers in Grandmother's office. I'd found her journals too, but hadn't had time to look into any of them before coming here.
"What would you like me to do?" Mika asked, her head bowed as she stood demurely in front of me in her blood slave robes. I'd taken the risk of having her wear them. If the idea was to find out what Radclyffe knew about the slave ring, then it was probably best if he thought I was one of the vampires who subscribed to the practice.
"Take your hair down, please," I asked.
Worry flitted through her eyes, but she smothered it quickly enough that I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been watching. I tucked that piece of information away for another day. Now wasn't
