Chapter 90

“George?”

St. Claire swore. “Get out of here, Noelle. You’re not supposed to be out of bed.”

“No. I need him.”

“Get back in the house.”

“No!”

“You—”

“Why are you holding onto my brother like that?”

“He’s not your brother, you stupid girl. Your mother isn’t his mother. His father isn’t your father.”

George tried to pull free, but St. Claire tightened his grip on George’s right wrist.

“Yes, he is,” Noelle insisted stubbornly. “Now let him go. I said I needed him.”

“Jesus. Do you see the birthmark on your wrist? You got that from your real father.”

“Then Papa is her real father, because he had the exact same mark on his wrist.”

“What?” St. Claire actually shrieked. “That’s impossible!”

George took advantage of his distraction, closed his left fist, and swung as hard as he could, landing the blow on St. Claire’s ear.

St. Claire turned his head to stare at George, an obviously stunned look on his face. “What…” He crumpled to the ground.