Stepping into the barn, the distinct tinge of copper hit my nose. I stop in my tracks until a hand gently touches my lower back. Turning my head, my eyes meet Motormouth's, and she's got this look in her eyes. For a moment, neither of us says anything, and then she slowly rubs her hand up and down my spine.
"We're friends, right?"
My eyes widen for a moment. "After everything? Yeah, we are. Why would you ask that?"
"Because I want to say something, and I don't want you to think it's out of line," she says, her voice low. I glance up at the others across the room. Timber, Grey, Claddagh, and Dire are standing on the other side of the room, across from where Spanx hangs, naked and bloody, by her hands from the chains attached to the ceiling. Bringing my eyes back to Motormouth, I
