I had no idea what he planned to do with it. Honestly, it was better if I didn't give it too much thought. I had enough nightmare fuel to last the rest of my life as it was.
CHAPTER 18
SABLE
"I'm so glad you're all right." I handed Savannah a cup of coffee and sat down beside her, my legs tucked up under me.
"You too." She curled her hands around the mug. "I was so scared when they took me from my apartment. I didn't know if they'd taken you when you were heading up to the roof, or…" She shook her head. "I had no idea what was going on. I was so scared. Between you and me, I don't know how I didn't pee myself." She grimaced.
I offered her a smile. "When I saw you were gone, I almost lost my shit. There was blood." Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't pee myself too.
She looked at me for a moment before smiling slowly. "It wasn't mine. One of them put a hand over my mouth and I bit his finger."
I gaped at her for a moment before grunt-laughing so hard I almost blew coffee out my nose.
"Of course you did," I said. "You're a badass. I should have known it wasn't yours." After a moment, and with less enthusiasm, I said, "I hope your shots are up to date."
"They are, I had them updated a few months ago, otherwise I'd be looking for a doctor right now to administer them. Who knows what nasty germs they were carrying?" She wrinkled her nose.
She was probably lucky they didn't hurt her for biting, much less hard enough to draw blood. Apparently her value at the auction was greater than a bit of blood from a random thug. If not, they might have cut her throat and left her on the floor for us to find.
"I had no idea that kind of thing went on," she said looking out the window.
Forrest's apartment was a penthouse that occupied the entire top floor. According to Leif, it had a rooftop terrace of its own, but I hadn't ventured up there yet. I hadn't wanted to go too far from Savannah, not when she was still processing what happened to her.
Honestly, I was processing it too. It was going to take more than a few hours to get over all of it. Maybe a decade or three.
"You really came after me," she said. "You walked straight into the lion's den and offered yourself up so you could find me."
"I'd do it again," I told her. "No one takes my best friend and gets away with it."
"When I saw them there," she said absently, "Forrest and Leif? And they bid on me? I thought…" She blinked a couple of times, her gaze still on the view.
"You thought they were going to buy you and do things to you?" I said.
Her eyes flicked in my direction before looking back toward the window. "Yeah. I thought they weren't the men you thought they were. I was really fucking pissed off." Now she looked over at me and smiled.
"You were pissed off because you thought they were assholes?" I asked. "Not because you thought they'd hurt you?"
She shrugged. "After all the things you've been through, they shouldn't put you through more. Me, I'm big and tough. I would have dealt with it."
She said that now, but I knew she was terrified. She was a badass, but she was sensible. Anyone in their right minds would have been scared half out of their minds. Or all the way out of their minds.
"You might have bitten one of their cocks off." A smile slowly crept onto my face.
"If they came anywhere near my lips, I would have," she agreed.
"Lucky for them, they weren't there for that," I said. "Forrest said something about having someone on the inside." I tried to remember exactly what his words were: "Did anyone seem, I don't know, like they didn't agree with what was happening?"
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow creased in a frown.
"Sort of," she said finally. "I mean, the men in masks. They were telling jokes, mostly at the expense of the 'customers,' if you want to call them that. It didn't seem to me like they respected them very much." She raised one shoulder and lowered it slowly. "They were probably in it for the money."
"Yeah," I said darkly, "People like that don't have respect for anyone."
"I guess so," she replied. It didn't seem like she agreed.
"What is it?" I asked.