"Dad," she said flatly, "what do you want?"
Tom finally turned to face her fully, his eyes calculating, his smile razor-thin. "I need you to attend House of Kane's party tomorrow."
Sylvia's heart kicked in her chest, panic flashing across her features. "Dad, no!" she barked, the sharpness in her voice betraying more fear than defiance. "I promised Winn I wouldn't be anywhere near a drop of alcohol. He'll kill me if I screw this up." And worse, she thought bitterly, she'd kill herself if she slipped back into the whirlpool waiting on the bottom of a champagne flute.
"I'll give you anything," Tom said quickly, seizing the hesitation in her voice. He leaned closer. "Anything you want, Sylvia. Just do exactly as I say."
"I really don't want anything," she murmured, shrugging one shoulder as if the weight of his scheming rolled off her back.
