Chapter 4

Asher looked down at his brother sprawled on the floor. 

“Asher, my poor, exiled little brother.” He let out a sigh, his 

voice heavy with mock pity. “You got so jealous you tried to 

have me killed in that rainstorm, and now you’re even trying to 

hurt Miss Vincent? Looks like all those years in the slums didn’t 

just eat away at your dignity–they rotted what little brain you had left.” 

“Bullshit! You fake piece of shit!” Arthur glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “Audrey, you bitch–you know exactly who he is!