“How about the little girl in Birmingham?” My voice is cold, so cold I sound almost like Dad. “Remember her?”
“W-What?” Eduard is on all fours like the fucking animal he is, so when he stares up at me with confused eyes and blood marring his features, I almost believe he doesn’t remember.
I almost believe he didn’t do it.
But the thing about Eduard is, he’s a fucking liar. He’s perfected it so well, going unnoticed in a crowd. He’s the monster you never see until he’s squeezing you between his claws, ready to rip you apart.
It could be because I’d already seen his monster image, but Eduard hasn’t fooled me since that night.
There’s this sick spark in his eyes as if he’s living the violation all over again, enjoying it, finding gratification in the memory.
And for that reason alone, I’m so close to jamming a knife in his fucking heart — that is, if he had one.
“Birmingham, Eduard. Fucking Birmingham.” I kick his stomach, making him topple over. When he tries to get up, I kick him again until a crunch of bones echoes in the air.
He wails, “Lars, you fucking idiot, stop him.”
In a second,
Lars appears by my side, and I’m ready to punch him too if he so much as tries to get in my way.
Lars, however, has his neutral, snobby expression on as he gives me a napkin. “You got filthy blood on your hands, young lord.”
“L-Lars!” Eduard shrieks then it ends on an oomph when I kick him in the ribs.
“This was long overdue.” Lars steps aside. “I’m here if you need any assistance.”
“O-Okay, okay! Stop!” Eduard crawls away from me, hiding behind a chair like a small kid with issues. “The only ones I touched in Birmingham were fucking whores. They didn’t matter.”
“Whores?” I repeat. “In what universe are children considered whores?”
“Their mother was selling them. Besides, I didn’t have intercourse or force that kid to touch me like with the others. She had it easy — why the fuck are you bitching about it? I didn’t kidnap and rape her.” He scoffs. “I’m a proper gentleman.”
I lift the chair and bring it down on his head, making it splinter into pieces. He falls limp on the ground, blood oozing from a wound in his nape.
I’m breathing so harshly I can’t even make out what I’ve done.
Is he dead?
Did I kill him?
The moment he spoke about her like that, I couldn’t stop myself. There was an urge and then there was only one course of action.
Lars kneels beside him, checking his neck with his white gloves. “He just passed out. His pulse is steady.”
My jaw clenches, and for a moment, I have the urge to finish him off once and for all, but before I can do that, Teal needs to know the truth.
She has the wrong brother. Dad was never a criminal, even if he housed one.
I call her, but she doesn’t pick up. Not again. Fuck.
I curse under my breath, but then my phone vibrates.
Knox.
I’ve never answered so quickly in my life. “Do you know where Teal went?”
“No.” He sounds agitated. “But she took my car and left me this fucking note saying she loves me and she’s sorry. Teal doesn’t say that, mate. Besides, Agnus just told me he gave her some paralysing drug.”