My father’s screams were nothing compared to Elodie’s wailing.

“Well, well, well, sister,” I drawled as I entered her cell. “Your dress did not seem so lovely to everyone's eyes today.”

She growled as her red-rimmed eyes studied me.

“Liking your new room, Elodie?”

“Shut up, bitch.”

“Oh, I will. But I heard you have a new lover, and pardon my need to confirm the rumors because it’s so irresistible to know all about where the loyalty of your pussy lies.”

Elodie straightened. And as if she had never heard the rest of my insult, she stood. “Is he here?” she whispered, her eyes appearing excited yet gleaming with insanity....