“It’s time. They’ll be here soon.” “What, today? But it’s Monday!” Hope offered a small smile. “Sorry, Sass, but you know the life.” I sighed, leaning my head against the top of the couch. “I knew it. But how did Kosta?” Hope pushed off the wall. “He knows everything. Will you be okay? It’s not that bad.” I nodded. “I’ll be fine.” I was used to this. I was groomed for this life since I was eight years old. That night, Kosta raped me. That may have not been directly Killian or Midnight Mayhem’s fault, but everything avalanches into one eventually.
