Chapter Thirty-Five
Tamryn advanced on her mother, hands open in surrender, as Delia continued her knife play at my unconscious best friend’s throat.
“Come on, Mother. I think I’m a fair trade. You know, keeping it in the family.”
“Family?” Delia rolled her eyes. “It might have been an alternative worth considering if it were true. No, your father is the only one I’m willing to offer this deal to—it was created solely for him—a once in a life opportunity. His life for hers.
“Thankfully, just as your father has never been particularly discerning in his selection of female companions, he’s also consistently predictable. So while he’d not give one iota’s worth of thought to this one’s livelihood, the next one will show us his true colors. I suspect he’ll run a solid yellow.” She snorted a
