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half the contents before bothering to respond her question. “You really think my following you is the biggest issue to discuss, right now? What is this place?”
    Raine settles on the floor next to me, resting the carafe on one splayed thigh. “I used to call it Hell.” She smirks and meets my eye. “But after meeting you, and dreaming about freedom, I realize this place is worse.”
    I drain the cup and reach for the pitcher. “Worse than Hell?” I pour the tangy water, eager for more as my strength returns. “Sitting chained to a wall after being drained by two vampires... well, it’s not Hell but it’s not great, either.”
    Tears trickle down the young woman’s face. “What would you call it after five years? What would you call it when you watch your friends die? What would you call it when you’re forced to lure more of your kind here?”
    “That depends. What exactly is ‘here’?”
    Raine looks toward the partially open door, her gaze distant and sad. “It’s a pretty prison. Not this room, obviously, but the big house. A prison decorated with lavish parties and forced entertaining.”
    I drink my lemon water, which is strangely making me feel a lot better than one would expect, and watch a shiver run over her. “This blood brothel is run by Cecil Davies. He’s a vampire addicted to Were blood.”
    “Addicted to Were blood? A blood brothel? I didn’t know the first was possible or the second even existed.”
    She looks at me and shakes her head in remorse. “Apparently the addiction is more common than I would’ve have guessed. Cecil has my whole pack bound to him as vampire servants. We can’t refuse his commands-—even ones that go against every fiber of our being.”
    Her overly flirtatious behavior when I first pulled into town makes more sense. She was ordered to bring more werewolves to feed this vampire’s addiction. Maybe ordered to flirt with me as well.
    “I don’t understand. How many of you are here? How much blood can one vampire drink?”
    “I don’t know how much they can drink at once, but several feedings too close together have killed a quite a few of us. Our pack was small to begin with, only twenty. Half of them died in the last eighteen months.” She trails off and hangs her head, staring at the floor. “But I’ve brought in nine more over the years—three of which also died. And I’m not the only wolf bringing in victims.”
    A chill creeps down my spine. She meant to lead me here, just like the others. But she also warned me, telling me to leave town. Something doesn’t add up. How did she resist her orders to bring me in?
    “How did you lie to him about me?”
    “I’m not sure. There is the obvious compulsion to obey burned into my brain, but apparently I could lie just enough regarding you to make him believe me.” She looks at me with longing. “I wondered if it might mean we were destined to be… more to each other… if the situation was different.”
    My mind whirls, desperate to figure out a plan to save these wolves and myself. What is Cecil’s security like? I recall two who attacked me as a third stood close by, feeding on Raine. “How many vampires live here?”
    “Just him. The others come and pay to feast on werewolf blood... among other things. They use us like rag dolls, knowing we can heal from any damage they dole out.”
    Sickness coils in my stomach at the thought of all these people held against their will and made to service any vampire with enough money.
    “How did all this happen? Where is your alpha? What happened to him and his mate?”
    A sad look crosses her face as she fills my mug once more. “He was the third one taken. After that we all dropped like flies, bound to his call as our leader.”
    “Third? That means he knew what was going on...and...” The bastard lead them into this Hell.
    “Yes. He knew. He had no choice.”
    “Really, no choice?” I haven’t even met the guy and I’m not sure I like him.
    “He