A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

He dips his head to my ear so only I can hear him, and I can’t stop my shiver when he says, “I’ve caught you, Little Sparrow.”

Dressing her has been one of the small indulgences I’ve allowed myself. Spoiling my girl even before she’s mine.

“She told you she didn’t want to hear about it until she was at least twenty-five. That if someone was truly interested in her, they’d be willing to wait.”

I want to live in an eggshell-blue house with a wraparound porch and a tire swing hanging from a tree. I want to be chased around my backyard by jelly-covered faces. Is that too much to ask?

“So, what are you saying? You’ve been waiting for her?” “Ten fucking years, Damon. Her time’s almost up.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That my Little Sparrow is about to be mine.”

“Honey, you’re hurt. Just put the gun down, Scarlet. We can sort everything out. You don’t have to marry anyone you don’t want to, I promise,” my father says, voice placating me, but even with death pointed at him, he still can’t hide his condescension. Even then, I knew I’d never be anything more than a tool to grow the family’s influence for him. I cock the gun. “Oh, this? Don’t worry. The blood’s not mine. Your son made quite the mess when he died.”