Page 121 of Depravity

“Why the fuck are we talking about Brynn?” Quinn shouts.

“Because he was fucking her.” Giselle replies, pointing a bony, manicured finger at me.

Quinn’s eyes seem to explode, and his jaw drops. He stares at me in shock. “Whaat?” He says. “Brynn?”

“He was fucking her.” Giselle cries again. “She was just as much a whore as her mother was. Stealing the man I wanted…”

“Just like last time, eh?” I taunt.

Giselle narrows her eyes. “He was mine first. I saw him first, then she stole him away.”

I shake my head, mentally doing the math. Ophelia was older than Giselle by a good ten years, why would any man be interested in a child that young?

“He was mine.” Giselle screeches, “Ophelia knew it, she did it on purpose. She was always taking my things, always playing the perfect daughter,” She turns her head to look at her father with something akin to hate in her eyes. “You never saw a fault in her. She could have done anything, and you let her get away with it.”

Quinn frowns, clearly not following half the conversation, but then with the amount of blood he was losing, I wasn’t all that surprised.

“I watched as she led him on, as she took his gifts and she smiled at him, and then suddenly she changed her mind. Suddenly she tried to play hard to get.” She lets out a nasty little laugh then, one that sends goosebumps across my skin. “He came round one night, came to see Daddy. I knew what he wanted, so I showed him to her room. I wanted him to see what a whore she was, I wanted him to realise that she wasn’t worth his time, that I was the better sister. That I would give him whatever he desired. Of course, she ran away after that, stupid bitch got pregnant didn’t she? And well, we all know how that ended…”

God, I knew she was a bitch, I just never realised how far she’d go.

“Who?” Quinn asks.

Giselle pauses, glancing at me, like she knows this secret is worth something. “I tell you that and you kill me.”

“I’m going to kill you either way,” I state. “I guess you get to decide if I do it nice and quickly, or if I draw it out and make you suffer.”

Her eyes widen, and she glances at the door so far from where she is. Even if she wasn’t wearing those stupid heels, she’d never make it.

“Who was it?” Quinn asks, reaching up to grab her. “Who is Brynn’s father? Tell me.”

She draws herself up, that same look of derision she had for Brynn now etched across her face. “God, Daddy, you were an idiot. You never even saw it. You can’t even put it together now, can you? All those times he stayed here, all those times he went out hunting with you, and you never saw how he looked at me, at Ophelia, at both of us…”

Quinn narrows his eyes, “No, surely not.”

Giselle cackles again, clapping her hands together.

“But, but he left years ago…” Quinn stammers.

“Do the math, father.” She screams, “It all adds up.”

“Lucas would never…”

“Lucas Asher?” I gasp. That’s her father? But he’s so old, he’s almost sixty. And Ophelia was barely sixteen when she ran away. My stomach churns as I do the math. I might be a sick bastard, but even I draw the line at girls that young.

Giselle tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with triumph. Only she doesn’t get it, she’s too smug, too ignorant to realise what it means. Brynn is an Asher. Not a Monclere. And that makes her even more of a catch than she was before.

“Where is she?” I snap.

Giselle shrugs, “Damned if I know. You’re the one who said to make it look like she’d run away.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Quinn splutters.

“Because Daddy, Conrad fucked her while I watched.”

Quinn’s eyes widen, and he stares from his daughter to me. “You, you…”

“How does it feel, to know your granddaughter is as much of a whore as her mother was?” Giselle sneers.

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