Her head comes up slowly, her eyes mixed with anger, hurt, and frustration. She looks down to my hands and back up to me again. “You sold me to those men?” She remembers now, remember them. Her head shakes and before she gets a chance to speak, she jumps up. Fear written on her face. “What’s wrong?” I ask her, staying seated so I don’t frighten her even more. “The man that took me. He… he was here yesterday. At my door.” Her hands fly to her mouth. She looks around, her eyes searching for something or someone. “I know.” Her head swings back to me. “You know? Know what?” “That he was here.” “How?” “I followed him, that’s the reason I was here.” “Are you here to save me, Liam Black?” She laughs, but her laugh isn’t a happy laugh though. It’s a mocking laugh. “After you sold me?” The laugh dies on her lips. “I don’t save people, Rose. I’m the fucking executioner.” “What are you going to do?” I stand in front of her. “What I do best, Rose.
