Page 133 of Heartless Sinner

“I made sure your Initiation was tamer than what some others wanted.”

“Others like who? Your father?”

“Yes.” The answer came before I could reconsider it.

Her brows lifted.

Hell, I think mine did too.

“I’ve always been truthful with my Fawns,” I added. “I won’t change that with you.”

With Daphne, shit came out of my mouth that I normally kept locked inside my head.

That was another fucking problem I had with her.

“Tell me about your other Fawns,” she said.

I rubbed at my tired eyes. “What do you want to know about them?” Scooting closer to her, I knocked her elbow off the armrest and claimed it for myself.

“Who was your first Fawn?” Being the pain in the ass she was, she jabbed her elbow into my arm before resting hers right over mine.

I let her keep it there. “Veronica Lowell.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Her father is a dictator. Like, a cruel one.”

“She wasn’t cruel.”

“But her father⁠—”

“And what about your father?”

Her smart mouth snapped shut.

I wouldn’t point out the obvious that we weren’t all carbon copies of the assholes who’d raised us.

“Why did you choose her?” she asked.

“My father set it up. He told me who I needed to choose, so I did.”

“Did you even like her?”

I shrugged. “She was cool. A little boring, but I’d take boring over annoying.”

She elbowed me harder.

I smirked.

“And your second Fawn?”

“Mariana Lowell.”

Daphne’s head snapped toward me. “Wait … her sister?”

“Cousin. Mariana’s father killed Veronica’s to take over the country. Now, we needed him in our favor.”

“Dog-eat-dog world out there, man.” She tsked.

I knew I shouldn’t have told her that.