Chapter 117. Sold!

As we were made to walk along the dock, the women, men, and myself being corralled that way by pushing, shoving, and threats, I noticed a few men standing ahead, by some transport trucks. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but as we neared the men and trucks I recognized the man who called himself Jack.

The man who seemed to know me and had been one of Lamia's tormentors.

I gave him a sneer and leered at the other men. The one standing next to Jack looked familiar, even with his back turned to me, and I got a sense of déjàvu, a tedious familiarity from him.

The man turned around and I recognized him immediately. I could never forget his face; it was ingrained into my brain. All the time pouring over reports and files on this guy, trying to track him down, countless pictures of him, yet I had never found him.

My eyes were wide and my mouth slack. I had been looking for him for three years, more so recently after the royal pack was attacked an