Chapter 37 Clara Vane
My teeth slam down on my tongue to suppress the rage building within me.
Kieran and I don’t keep a lot from one another, at least not shit on this scale.
His eyes carry a hint of hurt beneath them, but I’m too angry to give a fuck about his guilty conscience.
“No,” I growl, shaking my head. My fists tighten at my sides. No fuckin’ way.
Kieran, for once in his damn life, offers a twisted grimace of sympathy. The agonizing thought she would be used for fuck knows what shouldn’t eat at me, but it does. It brings out an uncontrollable rage I struggle to dispel.
My voice starts out low, measured and detached. “So, you’re telling me she can be passed around…and what?” I scoff.
His gaze roves over her body openly, but where it’s lacking in sexuality, it’s instead full of pity.
“Sometimes it’s consensual. Sometimes it’s not.
Once the offering are told, they’re happy just to be offered to the Elites.
Guess they think it’s a way to climb the social ladder.
The ones who embrace it sometimes get a nice payout and an NDA.
” He chuffs. “But those who don’t…” He shrugs and looks to Vesper.
“She’s gonna be in a den of wolves, man.”
I’m not one to give a fuck how people choose to get their rocks off unless they fuck with something of mine. I’m morally fucked myself. My moral compass is
non-fuckin’-existent, but to picture those fucks defiling her sends a frenzied thrill of murder through my veins. Should say I’m surprised, but I’m not.
I can see why her father wants to hide her away like a precious gem. He’s sheltering her from the fire. The new information doesn’t throw me off track though; the plan still stands. “Who is the offering this year?” I say slowly.
He avoids my gaze. His jaw tenses, and I can tell I’ve stuck a nerve. I know exactly who the fuck it is, but I wanna hear the fucker say it.
“Clara Vane.”