My eyes widened at the threat. “No,” I retorted. “You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t kill your own son.”
“I wouldn’t be killing him. I’d be freeing him of his own personal sins. The sins of sleeping with Melissa.” His eyes wandered over me to see how I’d digest hearing that Asher used to have s*x with my mom. Then he realized I already knew or was too stupified by Hazel’s body still bleeding out around our feet, contorting his face bitterly. “Of loving his own step-sister. Of betraying me.” In his eyes, I knew he wasn’t bluffing, that he would march up those stairs and kill him if I refused him. “And he’ll finally be with his mother. She always took such good care of him.” His lip trembled at the mention of Delilah. “He was always doomed in my hands alone.” The palms of his hands trembled as h
