Victoria gripped the steering wheel tightly as she sped through the Underground's streets. The dashboard lights cast a cold glow on her face, highlighting the deep frown between her brows.
She glanced at her phone on the passenger seat, still nothing from Dahlia. No update, no check-in, just silence.
What the hell is she doing?
Victoria thought, her foot pressing harder on the accelerator. The brothel's lights were getting closer, Midnight Rest's sign appearing in the distance.
It was a mistake to rely on Dahlia so much, she realized now. The girl was sharp, loyal on paper, but too easily dominated, especially by someone like Nash.
That rookie snake had a way of slithering into people's heads, and now she started to realize how dangerous he really was.
At this point, any update would be useless; she couldn't rely on any of her right arms. Her only judge would be whatever she'd find.
