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meant the dirtbag lost vision in one eye. Even better if she took out both eyes. She was hardly a shrinking violet, though most assumed she would be. Her love of fashion, makeup and hair tended to fool a lot of people into thinking she was one-dimensional and shallow.
    She wasn’t, but it did make for a nice suit of armor to keep others at arm’s length—protecting her closely guarded secret.  
    He kept going, “Bitch is gonna make us big bank.”
    Harmony wished she had wings so she could take flight and slam into him. The men had been threatening for days that they were going to sell her on some underground sex-trading ring. So far, they’d only threatened as they continued to discuss an upcoming, large-scale event. Apparently, slimeballs could organize.
    Who knew?
    The man curled his lip at her before he leered in her direction. She flipped him off. He raised his brows. “If you don’t behave, I just might come in there and teach you how to,” he threatened.
    “In that big of a hurry to get your ass handed to you by a girl—again? Oh yeah, nothing screams manly man like crying after I kneed you in the balls.” When they’d blitz-attacked her at her friend’s backup pad, she’d been caught off guard, her mind too focused on the disappearance of her friend to worry about her own safety.
    Stupid.
    She knew that now. Though, she had given her attackers a run for their money, making it anything but easy for them to subdue her. Had one not stunned her with a stun gun, she was pretty sure she’d have been the victor, even in her heels and with her manicure intact.
    The man made a move to charge the cell bars. The other guy, who never seemed to leave Jerk Off’s side, grabbed him, yanking him back. “No. Krauss wants her without any bruises and untouched. You do not want to piss him off.”
    Jerk Off collected himself, his gaze still hard. They’d go rounds again and she was betting on it. This time she’d be ready and she’d show him she wasn’t a girl to be messed with. At least that was what she kept trying to tell herself. The reality of it all wasn’t exactly so.  
    Her gaze went to the other cell, where a hulk of a figure had remained behind a partial cinder block wall, just out of her view. She’d caught sight of clawed, fur-covered hands. She’d also seen the size of the chains around the thing’s wrists.
    She gulped. A pang of fear licked at her gut as thoughts of the guards’ previous threats played out in her head.
    Giving her to the beast-guy in the next cell as punishment.
    If that wasn’t enough to scare the living daylights out of her, hearing it roar and snarl sure did. Of course, she did her best not to show it. She stared at the wall, wondering about the man on the other side of it—if he could be called a man at all.
    She wasn’t so sure there was anything human left in him. From the sounds of it, there wasn’t. She’d been asleep when they’d first brought the guy in, his top half covered in some sort of a hooded mask and the rest of him chained, his body limp. It had been too dark in the holding area at the time to get a good look at him. That had been yesterday, if she was even counting her days and nights correctly anymore.
    She wasn’t sure about anything except she needed to get free. There was no white knight coming. No help. No one knew where she was. With Laney missing, there would be no one to notice Harmony was gone. Her father surely wouldn’t.  
    Her nostrils flared, and she felt her magik prickle again, unable to surface for some reason. Her guess was that the cell she was in was lead-lined. That would prevent her from being able to properly use her natural-born gifts. Gifts her mother liked to say were curses and then pretend Harmony didn’t have.
    If Harmony could figure out how to get her magik to work, she’d stop being scared of it and use it to zap the asshole that was still making lewd gestures at her. But unfortunately, she wasn’t exactly competent in