Page 77 of His Good Girl
“Am I not good enough for your little club?” she hisses.
“Oh, you are,” I mutter. “But there’s no simple pathway to recruitment. Francesca wants you in, but there are things you need to be prepared to do. It’s not a simple case of joining and then sitting back and reaping the benefits for nothing. Does that make sense?”
“So what do I have to do?”
“Make a sacrifice.”
Part of me is glad that Rue said it and not me. The other half is cursing myself for being a coward.
“What kind of sacrifice?” Serena whispers.
“That’s kind of the problem. Only Solitaire will tell you when it’s enough.”
“Oh.” Her face falls.
“Usually, we come to you when we think you’re ready to be a member. It’s a process. You get on our radar, and we watch you.”
“Back to Quen,” she says, shaking her head as if to clear it. “He’s not my uncle.”
Frowning at her words, I’m about to ask what she means when she blurts out three words, I never thought I would hear.
“He’s my dad.”
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“Excuse me?” Logan mutters.
Rue gives me a thoughtful stare and then slowly nods her head. “Interesting, and it makes sense.”
“How long have you known this?”
Meeting Logan’s gaze, I sigh. “I don’t actually know for sure. It’s an educated guess. The way he came in so hard about you and me, the whole forbidding thing, the fact that I look more like him than my parents. It all sort of fell into place, but like I said, I don’t know for sure.”
“It does make sense,” he mutters. “It explains a whole lot, really.” He chuckles softly. “I guess I was going up against Daddy and not Uncle. No wonder he smashed the living daylights out of my face.”
“I’m so sorry,” I cry, stroking his face, which has mostly healed up now. “I can’t believe this.”
“I guess you need to confirm it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to speak to my mom-aunt-whatever. I mean, where do I start? And no, I’m not talking to Quen. He can get fucked. If this is true, he gave me away to his sister to raise me as her own. Who does that? And why?”
“This aside,” Rue says carefully. “Can we trust you with our secret?”
“Obviously,” I scoff. “Who am I going to tell? No one would believe me anyway.”
Rue nods and stands up. “I’ll leave you two to talk. But Logan, my parents need an answer about last night.”
“Tell them I was protecting Serena. If they want me, they can come for me.”
What does that mean?
“Fair enough,” she mutters, and then, with a quick wave, she’s gone.
“There are severe repercussions,” Logan says, carrying on the conversation. “You aren’t safe right now.”
“Why, because you’ve just told me all this? I won’t say anything, I swear.” I’m deadly serious about this. I won’t utter a word because it’s ludicrous, for a start. I can’t really process it properly, though, with first Rue and then Logan hovering over me. I need a minute to think, to have a quiet calm so I can go over it and just think. There’s so much to unpack here, John’s death only the least of it. But I suppose there’s the whole deal that Logan won’t get into trouble for it.
