From the Back Cover
Sullivan's mute response was deafening and told us everything we didn't want to hear.
If Caity had been sold, she was on her own.
And we had no idea where to find her.
Waves of sick agony coursed through me as my imagination dove into an evil pit. All I could hear was Caity screaming. All I could see were her tears. Lecherous men with evil, lust-filled eyes swarmed around her, grabbing at her, pulling at her clothes.
She called out to me, her hand stretching through the fray, begging me to take it and pull her free, but I couldn't reach her.
I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands.
I couldn't reach her.