“If she’s already pregnant …”
“That’s on you,” Corvina interrupts. “I brought her. You owe me.”
Barrister sighs. “Oh, fine.”
He moves over to the corner of the room.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but it’s clear he’s opening something.
When he’s done, he has something small and black in his hand.
He passes it to the detective.
“A Barrister is always true to his word.”
Warren snatches the item and leaves.
I watch him go, wondering if my chance just arrived.
He slams the front door on his way out.
“That’s Dr. Corvina for you. Always so dramatic.”
Barrister sits down on the armchair that’s closest to mine.
He cocks his head as he looks at me.
“Well, I’m not too pleased about what you’ve been up to since we last saw each other, but I know a good plastic surgeon so I can have those ugly scars mended before I put you to work.”
I stare back at him, trying to decide what my move should be.
He’s arrogant. I doubt he’ll see it coming.
My heart is hammering as I sit there, thoughts racing.
“I made you tea. Drink up, and I’ll take you to your room.”
I glance at the tea set, before I turn my glare back to his face.
“I won’t eat or drink anything you give me.”
He laughs, leaning back in his seat.
“Really, Robin? Where was this fire when you were stuck in Ivan Hamilton’s kitchen? That man had you cleaning his house and making his food, and he kept you on the edge of starvation for your entire life. You never once talked back to him.”
That fucking bastard!
He knew about me this whole time! He knew, and he didn’t care.
Why would he? He’s the kind of guy who’s friends with Warren Corvina.
“He wasn’t my father, and he didn’t lie to my face.”
“No, he wasn’t. He could have been, but he was … careful about what he did with his whores. I paid extra to try your mother out, as a test run. The wait was excruciating. Omegas don’t always present until they’re a little older. Even blood tests can be inconclusive. When it became obvious you were a Beta, I’ll admit, I was disappointed.”
I blink at him, the true horror of his words making my body fill with rage.
“You’re a piece of shit!” I spit at him, arm reaching for the teapot, ready to throw it at him and hope for the best.
