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“Why?” Weaver says, spitting blood from his mouth.
“Well… If Isabel had stayed where she belonged, none of this would have happened,” Wessex explains. “I have to admit, it was priceless watching them burn, but then you had to go and bring this little bitch to school. What was I supposed to do? You put her in my fucking class.”
I try to loosen the rope on my wrist while Charles Weaver looks at me with somber eyes and then snaps back to Professor Wessex like he’s just figured something out. His cheeks start to glisten as tears begin to fall.
“The night she left, Isabel fought with me over nothing significant. I thought it was drugs at first because she wasn’t making sense, but she was so desperate to leave. You were my best friend, my confidant, the only constant person in my life. Tell me,friend, did my daughter run away because of you?”
“Wait… what?” I gasp, bouncing my attention between them. “What did you just say?”
Wessex smiles menacingly down at Dr. Weaver.
“You didn’t tell her.” He sucks his teeth. “Afraid she’d run away, too?”
Dr. Weaver looks up at me. “I’m so sorry, Evelyn. I shouldn’t have brought you here. I had my suspicions, but—”
Professor Wessex cuts him off. “You’re his dear granddaughter.”
“That’s not possible,” I whisper, my fingers still working the ropes.
“Oh, but it is, I'm afraid.” Professor Wessex sighs and takes another sip of his drink. “To spite your mother and make your father turn in his grave, I made a costly deal with the Knights Council, but when you got arrested, the deal was void.Fucking loopholes.”
Professor Wessex throws his glass, and it shatters on the floor across the room. He walks over to me, examining my body, undressing me with his eyes. “And then you go and fall in my lap.”
“Did you kill my parents?” The air is thick as I gasp.
He shakes head. “No. But I was there. I just happened to benefit from someone else’s misfortune.”
His soulless eyes bore into mine.
“It was you though, wasn’t it?” I whisper. “The gifts, the emails, the pictures… This whole time, it was you.”
His vile smile makes acid rise in my throat. “Not as smart as her, though, are you?”
My world spins in a violent tornado of questions and memories, and I lose my balance, falling against the pole. Wessex grabs my side, pressing his body against mine.
“The universe gave me a gift. You belong to me, my pet,” he whispers and then drags his tongue up the side of my face.
“Stay away from her!” Dr. Weaver—my grandfather—yells, running towards us.
Time moves in slow motion as Wessex turns around and raises his gun.
“Goodbye, old friend.” His voice is monotone as he pulls the trigger.
The room echoes from the single gunshot, and I scream.
“No!”
But it’s too late. Dr. Weaver falls to his knees, clutching at his gut.
Professor Wessex twists his head in my direction. “Don’t worry. He’s not dead… yet. He can watch as I finally get to pluck my Little Flower.”
Panic washes over me as he presses his erection into my belly. Gagging at the wretched smell of foot cream mixed with bourbon, I finally get the rope undone. I swing my left arm, connecting my fist to his jaw, and then thrust my knee directly into his dick.
“You bitch!” he shouts, and my face stinging from the backhand he lands on my cheek.
I punch him again and reach for the gun. We struggle to gain the upper hand and both of us end up on the floor. I manage to get him on his back, and I quickly knee him again with body weight and gravity on my side.
He yelps in pain, and I finally get the gun free. Using the butt of the gun, I pummel his face, yelling at him to stop screaming until I realize that it’s me who’s screaming. He’s stopped moving.
