Nancy Monahan looked at her younger brother, a flash of pity and heartache in her eyes. She and Milo had grown up without a mother, and with a father who completely ignored them, the siblings only had each other to rely on. Navigating the complex environment of the Monahan family, Nancy—who was nine years older—had always spoiled him. Whatever he wanted, she made sure he got it.
Stepping up to the hospital bed, Nancy reached out and gently stroked Milo's head. Her eyes brimmed with warmth and indulgence, mixed with a hint of madness. "Milo, tonight I'll have Iris Dalton brought here to serve you properly. The Monahan family has taken a liking to that little girl. She'll be your woman from now on. I'll put her right by your side so you can train her yourself. How does that sound?"
