“No, but I know you,” she says, her tone softening with something like reverence. “The girls have heard of you. You’re the only one who… who doesn’t… partake.”

I snort, but it’s bitter and humorless. I’ve earned quite the reputation, I suppose. No wonder I’m losing allies by the dozen. “I should have done more than that,” I tell her. “I shouldn’t have just stepped back. I should have fucking destroyed it.”

Her eyes light up with hope. “There’s still time.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.” I clench my teeth. “Stay here. I’ll send up a man named Knox. You can trust him.”

She doesn’t look happy about the fact that I’m leaving, but she nods all the same. I slip out into the hall and move to the next red door.

I break this one to smithereens without even bothering to check if it’s open or not. It’s empty, so I move on to the next.

There, I find Geneva.

She’s been bound and gagged, and there’s a fresh bruise rising up on the side of her face. Her lips are smeared with blood, but for the first time since I’ve known her, she looks relieved to see me.

I unburden her of her restraints and pull her to her feet. “Where’s June?” I ask urgently. “Where’s Sara?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammers. This is the first time I’ve seen her so deeply shaken. She looks like a ghost of her former self. A woman who’s seen too much too soon. “W-we were all in the car, going to see my father to ask for help, but…” She stops and digs the heel of her hand into her bloodshot eyes. “I can’t even remember how we got here. I just woke up and I was in this room.”

“Come on,” I tell her. “And stay behind me at all times.”

She clutches my elbow as I leave the room. I can feel the fear permeating through her skin. It’s giving off nervous heat that makes me want to shake her off.

I resist the urge. Because no matter what she’s done, no matter her opinion of me, she is June’s sister. She is family. She is mine to protect.

We move to the next red door. The fight rages down below us, and every time we hear a gunshot or a scream, Geneva shivers and grips me tighter.

I kick down the next red door and walk through. Sara’s been bound and gagged the same way Geneva was. She’s bleeding from a cut to her forehead, but her eyes are wide and alert.

Geneva and I charge forward, and within seconds, she’s free.

“Where’s June?” I ask as soon as I’ve removed her gag.

“J-June… You mean, you don’t have her already?” Sara asks. “I… I thought you’d have gotten to her before you found us.”

“Sara,” I say, gripping her by the shoulders, “tell me what you know. Did you see where they took her?”

“He took her,” she stammers. “I was just coming to when Adrian brought us to this house. He pushed Geneva and me out with a handful of men, and then he drove off. With June.”