"A different woman every single day, and yet you're completely alone," she mused, swirling her drink as she looked him up and down. "No wife. No legacy. Just a revolving door. I can't imagine your mother and father look at what you've become and feel an ounce of pride. Am I right?" She met his eyes, offering a cruel, knowing smile. "Silence. That's what I thought." "Keep my mother and father out of your mouth," he slammed his fist down, his voice dropping to a dangerous, thundering growl. "Don't you dare."