No good girl can be what her daddy wants unless she’s got some food in her belly. It’s what makes them have more energy for the things that need to be done.
“Did you clean up the bottom of the oubliette like I asked you to?” I begin casually as I reach down and unbuckle my belt.
Skylar nods without looking up at me and I smirk.
“Was there anything left of her?”
She turns her face away.
From her brother.
From me.
From the fucking question I’m asking her.
I slap my hand down violently against the table, rattling the silverware, glasses, and utensils, but it gets her attention back on me where it fucking belongs right now.