Saige’s [POV]

There’s no reason for me to be fighting back tremors that make the contents of my plastic bag crash into each other when the only person in the room saved me from pimps with a gun.

There isn’t, but that’s not enough to stop panic from crawling up my throat.

Aden draws the black drapes over the window, blocking out the moonlight and stars that moments ago flooded the room. The only light now comes from the too-bright overhead ones.

As he turns, I tighten my ...