CASPIAN Ivan looked like hell. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, his wrists raw where the rope was tied into his skin. The confident man who got off from hurting anyone weaker than him was gone. This Ivan was jittery, shaking, jumping at every word and sound, his jaw clenched impotently tight. He looked like he hadn't had the strength to sleep in days. I stood in front of him, my brows raised, a scalpel in my hand.m, blood dripping from the edge. Ivan was crying, spit trailing from the corner of his lips, his left eyes swollen shut. Duke leaned against the wall beside us. “Where are they?” I asked, leaning forward with the scalpel an inch from Ivan’s skin. He jerked forward, his eyes snapping to meet mine like he'd just woken from sleep, or been electrocuted out of his senses. “Where are who?” “The girls,” I said, lowering my voice. “The ones that are vanishing. What do you know about them?” His eyes widened and he pulled away from the ties holding him to
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