XAVIER
All at once, we turned to Alyssa.
Two slaves?
I could see the look on Valerie’s face, the question in it echoing my own. Perhaps one of them was Ava.
Alyssa blinked up at us, shrinking back into herself at the sudden attention. “I…don’t know if it’s related,” she said, sounding hesitant. “But the two slaves were certainly strange. My father regarded them as s*x objects, and most certainly played the part. I suppose that’s why he liked them so much. They didn’t put up a fuss. They just did all of the things they knew he enjoyed.”
“How do you know of this?” I asked, feeling slightly appalled.
Her cheeks heated, a light shade of pink. Then she shifted and fumbled with her fingers in her lap. “My father is quite open about his s****l endeavors. He does not tell these things to me,
