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down from my temple to my jaw. Since he took the mirror, I can’t even check to see how it looks, or if it’s getting any better.
    My dad would flip out if he saw me like this. They must be out looking for me by now. If anyone would notice I’m gone, it’s Dom. I wonder how long it will take him to find me, to figure out that George is a fucking traitor and that he’s planning something with the Andres.
    I walk to the bed and sit down, tapping my foot on the ground. The silence is killing me. How long are they going to leave me like this? I should be grateful that I’m here, not locked up in the basement or getting tortured or killed, but I assume they’re going to try something eventually, so why wait? I really need to figure out their game plan. Is Devon the only one I will see? Or will there be others?
    I hate this.
    Not knowing.
    Being at his mercy.
    Being weak.
    I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow hard. Hold it together, Leighton . I quickly wipe away the lone tear that drifts down my cheek. I refuse to let him see me like this, let him know that he made this of me.
    I'm a Moore.
    I’m sure as hell not going to make it easy for him.
    * * * *
    Hours later, the door finally opens, and I am fully expecting Devon to walk through. Instead, a tall slim girl enters. I eye her warily, not knowing what to expect. She seems familiar somehow, but I can't put my finger on it.
    Neither of us moves. She tucks her curly blonde hair behind her ear, her wide, blue eyes trained on me. She's wearing black jeans paired with a white blouse and black boots. Stylish, yet casual, and all designer. The floral scent of her perfume drifts through the room.
    “You must be hungry,” she says in a soft voice as she places some food on the side table. She picks up the bag of trash from the last meal and puts it on the floor outside the door, pushing it further away with her foot. I think she's going to leave, but she comes back in, closing the door behind her and looking as if she wants to say something. My gaze rakes over her, sizing her up.
    I could so take her.
    “Whatever you're thinking, you better stop it. There are two guards standing just down the hall,” she says, amusement dancing in her blue eyes. “Men everywhere.”
    Of course there are.
    I stare at her for a moment, watching her body language, the expression on her face. She’s not bluffing.
    “I’m Hayley,” she says, taking a seat in the same wooden chair Devon sat in earlier. She places her arms on each side of it and studies me.
    “Make yourself at home in my humble prison,” I say dryly, leaning over to see what food she brought me. A burger and fries.
    “I just thought you could use some company. You must be bored out of your mind,” she says, watching me as I eat the burger.
    “And who are you, exactly?” I ask her, picking up my burger. I don't bother denying the boredom.
    “Hayley,” she repeats. I lift my head up and stare directly into her eyes. They’re clear and friendly and I see no anger or hate lurking behind her calm façade, but some people are good at faking that sort of thing.
    “I meant who are you in the grand scheme of things, Hayley?” I ask her, taking a bite of the burger.
    “I’m a family friend of the Andres,” she says, glancing around the room curiously.
    “Whose room is this?” I ask her, continuing with my meal. Her curiosity has piqued my own.
    She shrugs, but doesn’t answer my question, so I continue. “Do you know what’s going to happen to me?”
    “I don’t know what they plan on doing with you, Leighton Moore, but the least I can do is drop by and keep you company now and again,” she says.
    “Can you bring me a television?” I ask hopefully. I hate to ask for anything from these people, but I need something to amuse myself. And Hayley doesn't seem so bad. I stop that thought. She must know I'm here against my own free will.
    Hayley purses her lips. “I’ll see what I can do.”
    With that she gets up and