The ride back to the estate was suffocating.
Lilith sat in the back of the SUV wedged between Sebastian and Lucian while Nicholas sat at the front with Finn drove, and no one spoke. The silence pressed down on her like a physical weight, made worse by the bonds threading through her....Nicholas's steady presence, Sebastian's warmth....both of them reaching for her even now, trying to comfort her when comfort was the last thing she wanted.
Your father was murdered. The Blackwood family is responsible.
Victoria's words kept circling in her head like vultures.
We were there when he died.
The brothers' admission felt like a knife twisting in her chest.
Seven months. Her father had been dead for seven months and these men....these men who had marked her, claimed her, bound themselves to her, had been there when it happened. Had watched him die. And they had never told her.
