"Did you enjoy your conversations?" she asked, though Drusilla already knew the answer. Of course she'd enjoyed them. She must have. Daddy was the cleverest and most creative person that she had ever met. (She was an example of just how deliciously twisted he could be, wasn't she?) Katherine, if she had any sense, would have been drawn towards that like a moth towards a flickering candle flame.

"Oh, he always comes back to me," she added, tossing her head dismissively. Not just because of the hamsters, but because the soul that trapped him was a fragile sort of cage. There were plenty of gaps in the mechanism, just waiting to be exploited.