Page 94 of Feed Your Fiends

“What the fuck!” I scream as two grey eyes emerge from the darkness, and Rin steps out, crushing my pinky toe.

Elle

“Is she gone?” Rin asks, peering into the bedroom around my shoulder. She’s wrapped in two towels. One around her head, the other around her body that she’s struggling to keep up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, following her into the bedroom, where she shuts the door and locks it.

“I came to see you. I got the paperwork,” she says, strolling to a night table, pulling open a drawer and handing me a dark green folder with metallic gold letters.

My lips twitch, but no words come out as I relent and snatch the folder from her fingers. I sit on the edge of the bed and riffle through it as she pulls the towel off her head and begins applying some hair oil.Myhair oil.

“So the car was actually Delphine’s,” she says, raking through her curly hair that I’d never seen curly before with my wide-toothed comb. It’s looser than Aria’s but just as pretty. It’s a wonder she never wears it in its natural state. “Well, she bought it, but then she gave it to her husband as his fortieth birthday gift two years ago. Silas Parrish.”

“Did you find where the surname Parrish came from?” I ask, scanning his name on the first page. “If he left the orphanage at eighteen, then he wasn’t adopted, but his surname should be Crewley, like Jarett’s.”

“He changed it once he became wealthy,” she says, putting on an oversized shirt. It’s too big to be Gant’s…in fact, none of the clothes in that closet seem to be Gant’s. They're too mature, judging from all the tailored suits.

“Bitch…” I trail astounded. “You’re not seriously playing dress up in Bart Auclair’s shit?”

“You mean his rags? I doubt he ever wears this stuff unless he’s in town. And trust me when I say fathers like Bart Auclair are never in town.” She grabs one of the sleek cologne bottles from the dresser and sprays it over the pillows and sheets.

“What are you doing?”

“I sleep so much better if I can trick my mind into thinking a man’s beside me. It helps stimulate the dreams too.”

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking wet dreams,” I say, holding up the folder. A paper escapes and lands on my lap, face up. It’s a file on Silas Crewley. Not Silas Parrish.

“So he and Jarrettarebrothers,” I mutter to myself. I was sure of it, but seeing it in ink gave me the official confirmation I needed. “I was right about their connection, but if Madame is linked to Silas andnotJarett, that must mean one thing. She was only using him.”

“For sex?” Rin asks quizzically.

I shake my head. “For revenge. It seems so simple now, doesn’t it?”

But Rin’s connected brows tell me that she doesn’t think it’s simple at all.

I hadn’t clued her in on much. She knew that Silas Parrish was Gant’s uncle and potentially mine, but besides the car's VIN number, I hadn’t told her much else. And I left the part about the secret baby out entirely.

“Madame didn’t care about Jarett at all, she cared about Silas, his brother. Silas was her first love. The father of her first baby.”

“What?!” Rin’s jaw hangs open before she snaps it shut. “Gant has a brother?”

Dread drips down my spine at her suddenly enthusiastic look.

“Gant only told me. If you yap to Beaussip, he’ll know I betrayed him.”

“He’ll find that out soon enough anyway. You have the proof; it’s time to turn it in,” she says, waving her hand at the folder. Her nails are freshly polished again with the same polish Gant had painted my nails with over breakfast.

I grab them incredulously, although it’s more for something to do.Time to turn it in. But how?

“You used the same colour as me? How much of my shit have you been using?”

She takes her hand back and grabs the papers. “Duh, I used the same colour. That way, when it chipped around the penthouse, Gant would just think it was yours.”

“Rin—”

“Wait,” she cuts me off. “If Silas is Marisol’s baby daddy, that means she slept with her sister Delphine’s husband? Fucking hell.”

I shake my head. “This baby isn’t a baby any more. He’s older than Gant by a year. That means Delphine is the one who slept with her sister’s baby’s father. Not the other way around.”

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