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at the end of his cock,” he called out to her as she left, “and you won’t find him at all right now. He’s on a call with Madrid.”
    She slammed the door as best she could, but it was a large door on a pneumatic hinge so the effect was less than satisfactory. She would have given anything to slam someth ing like her old bedroom door. It had been made of cheap, hollow pressboard. Now that gave one hell of a good feeling when storming away from somebody.
    She ran to her and Dimi’s room and flung herself on the bed. She’d been at this training for five weeks now and felt like she was going half mad. She never quite got the results she wanted and she was ready to give up.
    She even missed home. More specifically she missed her freedom and she missed Eden. She hadn’t spoken to Eden in over a week, and only when Dimitri and the concierge had set up a secure line for her to call out. She was sick of being treated like an imbecile, she was sick of being trapped and she was sick to death of being afraid of something that happened long before she came along.
    She decided to call her little sister against their orders. They’d been here long enough for her to deduce that nothing was happening, and how would his enemies know where she was, or even who she was?
    She hesitated. The other concern was that the police would still be looking for her after the murder of her father. Her stepfather. She was starting to allow herself to call him this now that she had killed him. Calling him anything but father had been one of the biggest sins in her former life, one that would often result in a beating and possibly more in the dark cover of night.
    What if they were monitoring Eden’s phone?
    She decided to fuck it, and call anyhow. She was desperate for some connection and a modicum of stability, especially given her pent up anxiety.
    Eden picked up on the first ring, “Hey!” she exclaimed brightly. “ You weren’t supposed to call for another day or two. Can we Skype? I want to show you my new hair.”
    “Sure,” Columbia replied, “I’ll call right back.” Eden was notorious for getting different hair each week. At least Columbia knew the millions they’d given her family was going to something beyond her mother’s gambling and drinking.
    Eden answered the video chat immediately and said, “Ta-da,” as she bent her head down and moved it back and forth for Columbia to get the full effect.
    “Wow,” Columbia answered, “that’s very…pink!”
    “Yeah, I’m kind of a girly girl this week,” Eden giggled.
    “Did you ever talk to the admissions people at St. Michaels?” she asked. Now that they could afford it, she wanted Eden to go to the best private school in Vancouver. Eden seemed really reluctant to leave her current school and all her friends though.
    “Yeah, about that,” Eden said and trailed off. “It’s just that I really don’t want to go. I’ll be going there in grade nine and I don’t know how well I’ll do with all the preppy douchebags. I like my school. All my friends are there and Ethan…”
    “Ethan who?” Columbia asked, surprised. Eden had never mentioned a boy before.
    “Just this guy I met, he transferred in from North Vancouver. His parents moved over here.”
    “You’re a little too young to have a boyfriend,” Columbia said sternly but felt helpless. She couldn’t enforce it from here and their mother was essentially useless when it came to dealing with her daughters.”
    “I know, but he’s not my boyfriend. And I don’t want to wait until I’m practically a forty year old virgin like you,” Eden replied and blushed as if instantly regretting her hasty words. “Oh hey, Mom’s home. Say Hi!”
    Before Columbia could pr otest, she saw the blur of the new kitchen in their new house as Eden handed the phone over. Her mother’s face filled the screen before Columbia had time to click the end button or feign a late appointment. She never had been able to explain to