Chapter Fifteen
The familiar sight of the Black Fan down the street causes nerves to jump to life inside me. I know Catherine invited me here, but there's a small part of me that feels as if I'm going to be unwelcome. Perhaps it's even a trap to see how interested in rebelling against the government I am.
But no. That's not going to be it. Catherine told me too many things that could incriminate her for that to be true. This is exactly what she says it is. A meeting to talk about how she can help me. Other than an ID for Oscar. And presumably some blood.
"Come on, Chloe, it's only a brothel," I mutter to myself. No harm has ever come to me inside those walls. I don't think that's about to change tonight.
As I'm about to make my way through the door, a large man appears. Is he a client?
