"Where is Malo?" Faye said as she held the one-eyed man's collar. She yanked him upward, her knuckles digging deep into the fabric of his shirt as her fingers curled into tight fists. Her breathing was loud and jagged, her chest rising and falling fast as she stared right into his ugly face.
"You are too late girl. I already found him a buyer..." Butcher said, his grin as evil as he was. The corner of his mouth twitched up, completely unbothered by the grip on his shirt.
"I learned my lesson last time. I sold him the day he was brought to me..." Butcher laughed, mocking them all. The sound was dry and raspy, echoing horribly through the small space as he stared at her with his single, stupid eye.
