Chapter 20
Ren“Do not move,” Havik said.
“I was not planning to.” Ren kept his voice smooth and even. A pressure plate to trigger an explosive. An amateur mistake. He had been so focused on the female—Gemma—that he failed to notice the wires creating a ring about the females.
While Havik and Zalis worked on disarming the explosives, Ren focused on the tidy little trap the traffickers left.
Nine females. Three were in cages barely large enough for an adult Terran. Five had their hands and feet bound. They sat on the cold floor. One had been tied to a chair.
“How long have you been here?” Ren asked.
“Long enough,” Gemma said. “Weeks. But they left us like this for maybe half a day. I dunno. I hope you’re the good guys.”
“Emmarae sent us.”
A dry, croaking laugh tore from her throat. “
