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didn't notice.
    Lars gave her a tiny peck on the cheek and a smile brutal enough to bruise. “Surprise visits are the only way to keep you on your toes, Elsa.” He said it in a lighthearted manner but her face fell like she knew that she was in some sort of terrible trouble. He had no patience for her fear, his voice a whip as he waited for her to lead us inside. “Well, let’s get on with it. We have a tight schedule and these two men have their eye on a particular girl.”
    “O-of course!” She rushed to the door, holding it open wide as Lars entered first with Cole closely behind. I shut the door behind me. The thud echoed around us. The home was massive, four pillars stretching from the marble floor to the stained glass ceiling. Art work and marble statues gave the space a sophisticated feel and the fountain that trickled and flowed intensified the classical music that hummed all around us. I was taken back to the restaurant; the mask of elegance and sophistication that hid the rot beneath.
    Women dressed in skin tight black dresses and sky high heels strutted over to meet us. One carried a pitcher of water with lemons floating among chunks of ice; the other had three glasses ready.
    Elsa rushed toward them, her voice a hushed scold in their native tongue as she turned them around and sent them off, probably to get the top shelf water with the elite pieces of lemon and gold trimmed glasses.
    She turned back to us, her voice as shaky as her stride. “Again, Mr. Eichmann, I just want to-”
    “No apology is necessary.” His words sent a chill through the room and she snapped her mouth shut, getting the picture. “Could you please tell me which room we would find the new girl in?”
    “The mouthy blonde?” She looked taken aback, surprised that any of us would want such a woman. “We have many more beautiful options here. Let me grab the roster-”
    “What room is she in?” Cole snapped.
    Her eyes switched to Cole's and she took a small step backward, gulping before she started fidgeting with the oversized diamonds in her ears. “Second floor. T-the room at the end of the hall on the right. But she's-”
    “That will be all, Elsa.”
    The woman seemed eager to duck behind one of the statues, disappearing as quickly as she appeared.
    Lars didn't budge, his face ugly with disdain as he batted his gaze between us. “Well, you heard. The girl is upstairs.”
    “And you're coming with us,” Cole hissed. “To the bitter end.”
    The man slunk up the stairs in angry silence. I didn't delight in the irony of his control being taken away; I was too stunned by how quiet it was. I expected loud, heavy metal music that masked screams. Broken bottles, clothes, used condoms strewn all over. Bleary eyed women with needles stuck in their arms and men with their tongues out and their pants down.
    Instead, it was quiet.
    Disturbingly so.
    Like everyone was already dead.
    We moved down the hallway, stopping a few feet from the door when someone exited a room a few doors down. The man was overweight, fixing himself, his face red with exertion, his hair wild and disheveled.
    I thought about the women he'd left in the room and started toward him angrily.
    “We're here for Brittany, Jacob,” Cole reminded me.
    I turned to my brother, the guilt and helplessness of our situation, of every situation in the rooms that surrounded us, so heavy on my heart that I could barely stand.
    I wanted to give the man one last glare. That I saw through him. Knew the kind of man he was...but he was gone.
    “Can't save them all,” Lars feigned sadness and I nearly lost it.
    “When this is all done, if my brother doesn't kill you, I will,” I promised.
    We continued down the hall, stopping at the door Elsa had described. I never thought I'd feel any semblance of compassion for the person that hurt my wife, but I found myself wishing, hoping that Brittany had somehow been spared the horrors of this place. That she was just asleep, waiting for