“And what is that purpose?” I ask—as though I’m doing an interview—the fact that I would open my mouth shocks me almost more than it shocks Colonel Broc.
“No questions, Miss Monroe,” he replies tersely.
“Sorry.”
“The fact is, both of you will make suitable whores. Even if you’ve never been paid for s*x in the past, from what we’ve gleaned of your lives, the basics come natural to you as if you were born sluts.”
Amie’s angry heart beats next to me with such passion that it begins to affect me.
“You scowl so, Amie Cortez,” Broc says to my turbulent sister in the red. “Your dossier makes great erotic reading.” He takes the file and thumbs thoughtfully through the contents for a minute. “Born in to an immigrant father. Your mother died when you were seven. You fended for yourself, st
