Chapter 8

The fifteenth. Midnight. The abandoned fish cannery outside the harbor was blazing with light, crouched on the black coastline like a monster waiting in the dark. Inside was Damien Vance's auction house. Seven buyers. Dozens of Soldatos. And a group of people locked in iron cages— People who looked exactly like I had two years ago. I insisted on coming. Rafael tried to stop me. One look from me forced the words back down his throat. "That was the kind of place I lived in for two...