The devil take ye’, Roderick.” “Oh, but ye’ will, because I know yer’ little secret, little sister.” Roderick then pretended to retch. “And if ye’ want to see the brat begotten by the Rabid Dog, ye’ will do as I say.” Brielle looked at her brother in horror. “My God, ye’ are a monster.” He laughed maniacally. “I assume it is not Val Cour’s, dumb old sot. I doubt he could get his cock hard enough to take a piss.” Brielle stammered, “I… I am not with child. I was sick from the filth here.” She lied, but it had no merit. “Ah, that is what I thought. T’is the Cur’s very own whelp.” Brielle backed up and murmured, “No…” She felt the walls suddenly closing in on her. She had to get away and somehow convince Rory that she didn’t love him so he would leave. She would never lure him to harm. As she backed away from Roderick, she saw he had forgotten about her for the moment.
