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Iâ??m alone in the back seat of the black sedan that takes me to dinner at my fatherâ??s house. I look up at the grey stone mansion and grimace, not looking forward to this. I know that there should probably be some curiosity in me, some desire to know more about my family and my…

Willingly, I follow Jerome and my other guard out of the room and into the hall. The three of us scurry towards the door, guilt roiling in me to be the cause of so much strife. Before I step out the door, though, I hear a little voice call out behind me. “Wait!” it says….

“You are hungry,” Kent says, his voice low. “You’ve barely eaten all day!” The tears start to come harder as he yells at me – I’m just completely overwhelmed. I watch him, watching me cry, see the anger in his face turn into something else – worry, pity, even fear. “Stop that!” he yells, pounding…

Kent sneers at her, watching the realization of his insult break out onto her face. “Is that…” Fiona starts, unable to stop herself. “Is that really how you see me?” Slowly, she puts down her piece of bread. “Yes,” he says, leaning back in his chair, enjoying the feeling of power that comes when he…

â??Daniel?â? I ask. â??How are you going to inherit this family, itsâ?¦businessâ?¦if you canâ??t handle its methods?â? He shakes his head at me, looking sad. â??I ask myself that all the time. I donâ??t think even my dad has an answer. Honestly, sometimes it feels like heâ??s fighting so hard to keep this familyâ??s power…

Kent sighs and looks at me sharply. “If you want to ask, Fay, if I murdered her, or she died in a gunfight, or was kidnapped and tortured by my enemies, just be forthright about it.” I press my lips together, embarrassed. Because of course, that’s exactly what I want to know. I say nothing….

She leans forward to whisper more. “Is he no good in bed?” I blush terribly then, biting my lip, too ashamed to admit that I have no way of knowing. And never will. Fiona stares at me and then figures it out, sitting back with a gasp. “You mean…you never…” My blush deepens. “Fay,” she…

My hand slides over smooth denim. I stop dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I definitely felt it in my back pocket when we left the patio… God damnit. My phone must have fallen out in the weird…

â??Oh come on, Fay,â? he purrs, putting his hands in his pockets. â??You were the one who was so curious to see what was going on in the basement, even after I told you to leave. You should be brave enough to admit that you wanted to see it, that you liked it.â? â??I did…

“Yes?” he asks. “Um, can I come in?” she says, anxiously playing with her hair. “I already told you to come in, Fay,” he says evenly. Annoyed, she drops her hair and takes two steps into the room, pushing the door closed behind her. Then, she leans against the wall, a little afraid. Like a…