Chapter 184

Frost's pov

My blood ran cold.

"Wh-at?" I stuttered.

Gwen laughed beside Anya. "You heard her...runt," she mocked the name Zander gave me.

Anya's gaze drifted toward the stage again. "I mean, you're already working in a strip club," she shrugged. "You might as well make yourself useful."

My face burned. Not with embarrassment but with anger and frustration. Anya and Gwen had never been this bad an