Page 115 of Brandy Snap: Part Two

“She’s basically your daughter! How the fuck can you do this!?”

My hand was already in my pocket by the time she finished her sentence. I had to call Sin. I had to send some guards. I had to find out what the fuck was happening with Flint when he was supposed to protect her.

“I’ve told you repeatedly we need grandchildren of good standing and breeding. It seemed you were unwilling to share that Camille is leaving next week. Once Michael Farringdon has his hands on her, we probably won’t see her again, so it’s better I take care of this now. At least if the Hiscoxes take her, she’ll have a child and be put out of her misery soon enough.”

So she really did know all along.

Terror fired through me as everything in my mind went blank. I wanted to attack her. I wanted to snap her neck now so she couldn’t do anything else to hurt Camille.

“What about Michael Farringdon…What the fuck are you talking about?”

Her face lit with amusement as her fucking hyena smile widened. “Oh, they didn’t tell you, did you? Well, that’s fun, at least. Caspian, she’s not just going for some kind of treatment. They’ve sold her off. She’s probably going to spend the rest of her life being carted around by him. Who knows what kind of things he’ll do to her? Isn’t it much better that we have the Hiscoxes keep her than someone like Michael? They do say it’s better with the devil you know.”

“You’re a fucking monster.” I spat at her as I shot out of my chair. My throat tight, my aura was already fucked, messing with my brain, my senses flickering like static as the red started taking over. The room was thinning, and I couldn’t fucking breathe through the shock that was driving me closer to the darkness.

I had to get the fuck away from her.

“Oh, so you don’t care that it’s Michael Farringdon taking her away from us?”

“That’s not the fucking point here!” I roared. “It’s not about someone taking her, it’s about you sending the fucking Hiscoxes after her!”

“You don’t need to be so loud,” she tutted again, leaning back from me with a satisfied look.

“If they’ve hurt her, I’ll spend the rest of my life torturing you.”

“Don’t worry, you and your sister have been doing that since you were born. It won’t take much on your part to make it any worse.”

I turned my back on her as I flew out of the room, instantly dialling Sin’s number. But it went straight to voicemail.

“Don’t run, Caspian,” she called after me like I was still a kid. “You’ll scuff the hardwood.”

But I couldn’t listen to a single fucking thing anymore.

Sin was closer. It wasn’t rush hour. I could make it through London traffic if I kept my foot down and broke a few laws. I needed him to get out of that fucking meeting or whatever the fuck Mum said he was doing.

I fired off a text to Kai. Though my vindictive little shit might not make a giant effort, he could at least get his ass in gear to help. Same with Lily, but I had no idea where she was.

I’d try Sin one more time, then his secretary, then I’d call my offices and tell them to get as many guys to Risler House as they could.

I slammed the dial button again. This time, the phone rang, and Sin picked up just as I was hurling myself out of the front door and racing towards my car.

“Caspian, what is it?” My mate’s voice was cold as ice as he answered. I didn’t care if I pissed him off, he could get at me later.

“Sin? Get the fuck out of that meeting. I need your help.”

Caspian

It was the silence in the house that was the worst.

I’d flown through London until I got stuck in the traffic. It only took a minute for me to lose my shit. I launched myself out of the car and ran the last five miles as fast as I could.

It was why I was wheezing, heaving, nearly dead on my feet as I dragged myself through the eerie silence.

I’d spent so much time in the family house that it was more like my second home.

And I’d never seen it quiet.

Even in the middle of the night, there would be at least one security guard and a maid awake in case we needed anything. There were always ticking clocks, humming lights, shoes clicking on floors and stairs.