a P

d blew snow into the foyer. White flakes swirled ac

and dark jackets walked in, filling the r

their faces were hard and flat, like

s used for dirty jobs. I had seen him once in Brennan's study, and he was

om sofa and pointed at me on the

ge the cheating photos like we plann

s moved over me slowly, like he was alr

ng phone, Brody glanced over at Brittny

on something. Brittny's lips curved,

chin slightly toward the ceiling. Her hand rested on her b

e weren't paid actors hired to take fake photo

ag from his waistband, and shoved it roughly into

ldly as two huge men grabbed my wrists and dra

wood steps on the way up. Each step sent

I stared desperately at Brennan, begging him wit

h shut and don't let her dirty the carpet," he said, waving a han

n attic level Brennan always called soundproofed, th

n and threw me hard onto the king-s

a ceramic lamp crashed to the floor and shattere

the heavy oak door slammed shut behind the ten men, followed by the loud

facing the bed, set up a mini v

ed light

t the camera, then back at me. "We're not just taking pictures. We're filming

rted humming softly. Four of the men pulled small filter masks

t into the closed room. It curled through the

tiny bit, and the room immediately started spinning as the me

cked, one after anoth