Lucien 

He stepped forward, fists clenched, to prevent himself from grabbing her throat and squeezing the life out of her.

‘Where is  Rudenko’s hideout in the desert?’

Bruised and bleeding, broken in spirit, Catalina gave them the address, she knew, of the location of the house where the auction of unfortunate women, children, and sometimes, men, was conducted every three months. This one, she said, was going to be different as she sat, holding a cold compress to ...