“I don’t do heels. I’m keeping the shoes.”

She shrugged. “Like I care.” She was silent for a moment. “Shit, does Dom know you’re going to an S&M club?”

“Yes. You don’t need to come, though.”

“Why the hell would you tell him about it?”

“He overheard me talking on the phone. Believe me, it’s the last place I want to go, and certainly the last place I wanted to tell him I was going. Just loan me a car and I’ll get out of your hair.

She just gave me a level stare. “Are you saying you’re being forced to go to an S&M club?”

“Yes, I am.”

She just raised a brow. “I don’t even wanna know. Though I suppose I’ll be finding out soon enough, since I’m coming with you. Don’t bother trying to lose me. I’m your shadow until I’m ordered otherwise. But believe me, I’d rather be doing just about anything else.”

“Me too.”

We reached the parking garage, and I waved her ahead. “Lead on.”

She led me to a new black mustang with bronze racing stripes. “Nice car,” I told her.

“Whatever.” She slid into the drivers side, starting the car and backing up right as I shut the passenger door. “Where am I going?”

“Club Dante. Need directions?”

“Sadly, no,” she replied shortly. I was more than a little curious how she knew about the club, but knew better than to press my luck and ask her about it.

Several silent minutes of driving weakened my resolve. I finally asked, “Ok, so how do you know about Club Dante?”

She cast me a cursory glance. “You need me to turn on the radio or something? I don’t feel like chatting with you.”

“Sounds like a touchy subject.”

She turned the radio on, tuned it to the rock station, then cranked it up loud, effectively drowning me out for the duration of the drive.

 I’d thought getting through the door would be a problem. I knew a little about the place from Lynn. At least enough to know you needed a password to get through the door. So I was pleasantly surprised when the doorman opened his little eye slot, widened his eyes, and the door swung gently open.

The small doorman was in full S&M getup. From the looks of it, I guessed he was a sub, covered in only latex straps. He stared at me, literally open-mouthed.

“We good to just go in then?” I asked him.

He looked like he wanted to speak, but was just kind of sputtering. I shrugged at him. “I’ll take that as a yeah. Thanks, dude.” I brushed past him.

I had no clue about the layout of the club, but figured I could search every room until I found Caleb or Lynn. A simple plan, but sometimes simple works just fine.

I was striding down a narrow hallway when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A small figure darted around a corner to my right. I would’ve sworn it was a child. My brows drew together at the thought of a child in this place.

I caught up to the child in a dark room at the end of the hallway. I switched on the light in the small room. It was a little girl, and she sat huddled on the ground in the back corner of the room, skinny knees pulled up to her chest, head down. Her streaky, ashy blond hair was a tumbled mass that touched the ground where she sat. It covered her arms and face almost completely.

“Are you ok?” I asked her quietly. She tensed at the sound of my voice, but didn’t answer.

“What are you doing here? This is no place for a child.”

At that she looked up. Her eyes were a startling lavender, her features lovely and delicate and unmistakably asian. Though by her streaky blond hair and lavender eyes, it was obvious that one of her parents was not. She stood. She was tall and delicate, and wore a stained, baby-blue nightgown that was close to rags. I guessed her age at maybe nine.

“Are you ok?” I asked her again.

She blinked those gorgeous eyes at me slowly. “I am learning english,” she spoke carefully.

I nodded. “Ok. What’s your name?”

“What’s your name?” she asked me back.

I smiled. “I’m Jillian. What’s your name?”

She smiled back, and her face lit up. “I’m Jillian, too!!”

I laughed at the obvious lie. “You are not. What’s your name, really?”

She clutched her hands together excitedly. “I’m Jillian. We have same name. Maybe you’re my mother?”

I shook my head at her, still smiling. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m not your mother. I think I would have remembered if I had a little girl.”

“Maybe you forgot.”

“I promise I didn’t. Can you tell me what you’re doing in a place like this?”

“This is bad place.”

“For children, yes, it’s very bad. Where are your parents?”

She scowled, and even her scowl was pretty. “I don’t know. I think maybe you are my mother.”

I sighed at her persistence. “Why do you think that?”

She looked down, shrugging. “I don’t know, but I wish you were.”

I knelt down in front of her. “Trust me, you don’t want a stranger for a mother.”

Her chin set stubbornly. “You are not strang-” she was cut off suddenly by a loud crashing sound that seemed to shake the whole building.

“Um, I think we should check that out,” Sloan spoke, reminding me of her presence. I nodded, standing.