Sophia found me and, the moment she saw how I looked, she blurted out without thinking, “Grace, did that guy assault you or something? Your buttons are popped, your skirt's all wrinkled, your hair’s a mess, and you’re flushed like crazy!”

“Cut the crap,” I snapped. “Go find that bastard for me.”

She gave me a quick “Got it!” and directed me to drive toward Black Moon.

In one of the private rooms, Sophia and I sat on the couch like ...