"I usually am," she answers, though the words lack their usual arrogance. She's too caught up in thinking about what he's said, the horror of it all. At least she's never done that, she thinks, as if it somehow absolves her. It doesn't. Maybe she's never raped someone in that way, but Sylvie has taken bodily autonomy from plenty of people in her time.

"Are you going to tell your brothers?"

They should know. It Allison ever arrives here, they ought to know. If Luther won't tell them, that's his choice, but if this woman shows up in Darrow and the rest of them treat her as if she's welcome, their beloved sister, Sylvie will tell everyone.