Chapter 77

“We can’t risk going there,” Edmund had explained when she’d pressed. “I’m not leading the cops to them.”

The entire set-up reeked of tawdry back rooms and cheap hookers. It wasn’t what they were—Edmund had made it very clear that there was no sex involved—but knowing that the men were taking advantage of a fetish club right under her nose made Darby bristle. It was all she could think about as Edmund navigated the streets back to his apartment. While she couldn’t see his reflection in the mirror, she knew he was keeping a close eye on her, gauging her mood, using his vampire senses to try and figure out what exactly was going on in her head.

Two blocks from his place, she decided to lay her cards out on the table. When it came to these two, holding stuff back was never going to work. They would always know.

“So this girl who’s coming…this isn’t going to kill her, right?”

“No.” Edmund snorted. “Things would be even worse if one of Carlotta’s turned up dead on my watch.”