Chapter 10: The Girl Who Sold Me

My half-sister found her buyer in a burned-out farmhouse forty miles east. I know this because I let her. Marcus had her tracked from the second she left the compound; I sat in a surveillance van with a coffee and watched the feed and felt absolutely nothing. The man she met wore a black coat and a wolf's-head cufflink that was almost — but not quite — the one I wore on my hand. "That's not possible," Marcus said. He had gone completely gray. "Who is he?" "Damien Volkov." Marcus's voice...