The question takes me by surprise. “Of course I do. You said you’d take me.”

“Then I need you to do as you’re told now.”

“Do as I’m told?” I feel my eyebrows creep up into my hairline.

“Exactly. Do as you’re told. It’ll be a good exercise for you.”

The front door opens, drawing our attention to two men stepping outside. They remain standing in front of the open door, and it all feels wrong.

“What is this, Abel?”

“It’s me looking out for our family. I will take you to see Father after we take care of this. If I feel you’ve behaved well enough.”

I shift my gaze to the men again, then back to Abel, the coffee I drank turning bitter in my stomach.

But the hammer hasn’t fallen yet.

“He’s requested a purity test.”

My mouth falls open, and I stare at him in disbelief. “What?”

“And I won’t take a chance De La Rosa will humiliate our family so I’ve agreed.”

I feel the blood drain from my face.

“It’ll take a moment. No big deal.”

“No big deal?”

“It’s all very standard within The Society, especially the higher echelon. Your mother submitted to it, too.”

“I don’t care about The Society. I don’t even care if my mother submitted. I’m not doing it!”

“You’ll do it, or you won’t see Dad.”

“What? You can’t do that.”

“I can do anything I want. I’m going to greet those gentlemen. You have one minute to decide. If you agree to submit for the good of our family, then I’ll see you at the house. If not, then you’ll remain here, and once I’ve taken care of what I need to take care of, I’ll be back to take you home, where you’ll remain locked in your room until the wedding ceremony.”

“I want to see Dad. You promised.”

“I never promised. I simply told you that you were starting to be reasonable. Now I’m not so sure. If Evangeline weren’t so young—”

“Evangeline?”

“She is the more desirable out of the two of you but she is thirteen. If you force my hand, though, well, I’ll do what I need to do.”

Evangeline? He’d make her submit to something like this?

I give a shake of my head. He can’t do that. “They won’t let you do that. The Society won’t allow something like that.” No matter what I think of them, they’re not that evil. I know that.

“I’m head of household.”

“You go by the law of The Society, and they will never allow it, and you know it. Evangeline is thirteen,” I say, shoulders squared.

His eyes narrow, and I know he knows what I’m saying is true. And I’m a little relieved.