“You’re not going to let me see my sister, are you?”
There was no need to say anything. We both knew the answer.
“Why invite me in? So you can kill me?”
The ironic part of that statement wasn’t the teasing way she said it but that I had five different plans in place to dispose of her body.
“Curiosity,” I said because that was what this conversation boiled down to.
Trina casually strolled around the room, running her fingers over each surface she passed. Each touch made my jaw clench tighter. I hated her being here, invading my personal space with her fakeness. Marnie’s scent should be the only thing I could smell within these walls.
“My sister’s stubborn, you know.” Trina stopped and looked over her shoulder. “She’ll never stop fighting.”
I looked up at the camera hidden in the corner of the ceiling. “Oh, I think she’ll see things my way.”
“Did you fuck her?”
My brow arched. “What do you think?”
Yes, I fucked her, and I would be doing it right now if Trina weren’t wasting my time.
“Did she like it?”
Why was she asking me stupid questions?
“Yeah, she did.” The tiniest of smirks tugged at the corner of Trina’s mouth. “Marnie’s so repressed. Of course, she’d never admit it.”
What was the point of this conversation?
Exasperated, I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Why are you here?”
“To see if she’s safe.”
“Define safe.” That word had many different meanings.
She looked me in the eyes and said, “Away from our father.”
So, that was what she was worried about. The prodigal daughter wasn’t so ‘prodigal’ after all. There was a time I thought Trina actually enjoyed the extra attention from her father.
“Does Marnie know?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Does anybody?”
Whatever sparkle was glimmering in her eyes died and faded behind dullness.
“Our mother does. She gave me a big speech the first time he came into my room.” Nothing but disdain emanated from her as she trickled her fingers down the side of a crystal vase. “Only a righteous daughter can keep the bloodline pure. That was her bullshit justification. He left me alone for a while…thought I was infertile. Then he found out about the abortions.”
The smile on her face was filled with vindictive satisfaction. “He wasn’t too happy about that.”
“Why haven’t you killed him?” I would’ve. Who the fuck cared that he was her father?
“Unlike my sister, I don’t have the stomach for death.” A heavy sigh left her lips. “Even for someone like him.”
I could see the turmoil twisting her features. She’d thought about it and might have even tried a couple of times. Maybe she held a gun to his head but couldn’t pull the trigger or something along those lines.
“Your sister would’ve done it.”
