(Morgan’s POV)
The camera clicks, capturing Scarlett and Virginia exactly as I need them—bound, helpless, side by side like the perfect matched set they are. Two daughters. Two pieces on my chessboard.
Virginia's still unconscious, her head lolling against her shoulder, blood dried on her temple. Scarlett's awake, though. Too awake. Those eyes of hers burn with a hatred that would be intimidating if she weren't zip-tied to a metal chair.
"Smile for daddy," I murmur, snapping the photo with a click.
Perfect. It came out exactly the way I wanted.
"You won't get away with this," Scarlett says. Her voice is hoarse but steady. "Jasper knows something's wrong. He'll come looking—"
"Jasper's unconscious in a hospital bed. Even if he wakes up, by the time he convinces anyone to listen, this
