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Had she stayed with us, Mom probably would have forced her to have the baby and then give it up, while Daddy would have insisted on getting rid of it.

Davina wouldn’t have had a say.

Just like when he used to crawl into her bed.

I drop my hands and begin to pick at my fingernails, wondering if there’s a way to fix any of this, when it dawns on me.

There neverwasa fix to this.

Daddy had secret, deviant fantasies that none of us knew about until Davina came home one day. Mom has always been too oblivious to notice anyone of us—but had to play the part of the dutiful wife when I told her about Daddy and Davina.

And I’ve been a pawn in all of it from the start.

I placed myself on the board out of jealousy and anger, and Davina moved me out of the way the only way she knew how.

The way that Daddy taught her to.

With her body—the only weapon she’s ever had to use against our family. Forged from years of never being loved, then lovedtoomuch.

I didn’t deserve this, but neither did she,I think as a sob escapes me.This is all Daddy’s fault.

Chapter 18

Davina

Iswipe at my lower lip with a thumb, still tasting Emily on my tongue.

I guess it wasn’t the worst sacrifice I’ve ever made, but I’m hoping that it goes away sooner rather than later.

Making a face, I wander down the hallways until I find the ballroom again, then grin as I make my way in.

Pushing aside smartly dressed male and female perverts, I push myself up to my tiptoes as I glance around the room.

And then I see him.

My nightmare in the flesh.

My legs start to tremble and my mouth goes dry. I didn’t know that seeing him would result in such a scared little girl reaction, but what else was I expecting?

Julius had always been bigger than me and much more forceful, and while he’s still larger in stature and presence, he’s about to learn the true meaning of force.

I take a deep breath when he looks in my direction, raising his glass with a curious smile.He doesn’t recognize me. Good.

I walk over to the refreshments table where I confronted Emily and walk around it to retrieve one of the chairs. The young male bartender opens his mouth to contest, but when he sees the look in my eye, his mouth snaps shut and he shrinks down an inch or two.

Dragging the chair as close to him as I can, I step up and clap my hands together loudly.

All eyes start to turn toward me as the room begins to fall silent.

“Bravo, Julius!” I shout over the softening murmurs.

“Do I know you?” he asks, looking a little curious and slightly embarrassed.

“Once upon a time,” I remark with a huge grin as I place my hands on my hips. “I was a lot younger then, though. Should I give you a hint?”

He hands his glass to one of the passing servers and arches an eyebrow, still confused and unsure of how—and if—he should answer me.

“If my cock isn’t nice and wet when I stick it inside of you, this is going to hurt much worse than it needs to,” I state in a loud, sing-song voice.

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