His Playmate
Slowly, I turned.
A girl leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. She was tall, sharp-eyed, with heavy eyeliner and a red dress that clung to her curves. I recognized her immediately—Marina. One of the favorites here. One of the ones who never had to beg for food or cry in the dark.
“I don’t have time for this,” I said softly, trying to move past her.
She stepped in my way, lips curving into a mocking smile. “Of course you don’t. You’re too busy running off to play pet for the Don.” Her eyes flicked to my trembling hands. “You danced for him, didn’t you? Everyone’s been talking.”
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