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Oh, yeah, that’s right. Hades’ gun.

“Not necessarily,” Zeus admits. “Scarred for life by the experience would be nice. Maybe once she’s had some training we’ll keep her, if she makes the cut. We have some messages to deliver.”

“Is there anything I should know?” The woman asks brusquely. It seems like she can’t wait to be rid of us. Them. By the sound of it, I’m staying.

“This one likes to be restrained. Masks and pokers are a hit too.”

I gasp even as tremors wreck my body, my fear finally taking over and presenting itself for all to see. They weren’t lying when they said they know all about me.

“Especially if you have a nice little box or a cage that she’ll fit in.”

“Understood. I can work with those requests. I actually know just the guy, and he happens to be in town for a few days…”

“No.”

“No?” She raises her brows like it’s the first time she’s ever heard the word. With the way she exudes confidence and power and sex appeal, it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s not used to being told no.

“This one needs a crowd. The more the merrier. Multiples. Bring your most fucking depraved psychos out for this one, Arcelia. Make it hurt.”

“Arcelia?” I whisper. Why does that name sound familiar? No one pays me any attention, too busy suddenly negotiating fees.

Am I being sold?

No. They said they wanted me back. Broken. To send a message to The Trinity.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Arce.”

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps. Zeus smirks.

“Well, all the same, it is a pleasure. If you ever want to—”

“I’m not on the menu,” she replies flatly like they’ve had this conversation a thousand times before.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive. Do you want to see the suite before you leave? Or will you be observing tonight’s festivities?”

“You can show us, but we won’t be staying. It’s not worth the extra fee. We’ll take a copy of the security footage though. We have business to attend to tonight. We’ll hit them hard while they’re losing their heads looking for this one.”

“Who?”

“Tut-Tut, Arce. Not even officially open for business yet and already breaking your own rules. What happened to no questions asked? You obviously don’t know who this one is…but like I said, she’s special. We’ll collect what’s left of her in the morning. Now, maybe you’d like to lead the way to her suite, before we take our business elsewhere.”

Looking decidedly less happy, she leads the way back to the bank of elevators. We all file in and the air is thick with tension. She presses a button and the lift plummets faster than my stomach. It is the same hotel, only different. Arcelia Grande, hotel owner and business partner to The Holy Trinity. What was it they said? This hotel was special, unique, and guaranteed to make history…

I think I’m about to find out exactly why.

I’m marched along a dingy corridor which is much more like the hotel I saw at fight night, stopping at one of many reinforced metal doors. There’s no signage or number to indicate what’s so special about this room, but Arcelia seems to know exactly which room this is.

She uses an electronic keypad beside the door to unlock the room, and the heavy door swings open on a groan. We follow her inside.

“Is this to your liking?” She asks Zeus a moment later when we’ve all had time to take in the space. His eyes are on me. I’m barely keeping it together and he damn well knows it. A serpentine smile stretches across his face and I have to fight the urge to beg and scream not to be left in here.

“Oh, I think it will do nicely. Be sure to give her a party favour to get her in the mood.”

“Certainly. Any preference?”

“Oh, we brought along our own. Don’t worry; she’s familiar with it. We like to call it The General’s Special.”

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