Parr settled back into his chair, eyeing them. “Is that what you call my niece, Your Grace?”
“Oh? You have a niece?” Godric smiled but the warmth of it did not reach his eyes. “Ashton, did you hear that? Parr has a niece. How lovely.”
“You are a terrible liar, Your Grace. I know that it was you who spirited Emily away.” He stepped to his right, as if he planned to come around the desk, but then thought better of it. “Mr. Blankenship had no luck finding her, I understand, but I am sure you stuffed her in your cellar, or perhaps a cupboard. I imagine you had no reservations about doing so.” Parr’s thin lips stretched into a smile, one as cool as Godric’s.
“Where’s my money?”
“Your money is gone. I spent all of it paying off creditors, which you are well aware. There is nothing left for y
