Dr. Bennett delivered the news in what he hoped was a cheerful tone.
Inside, he was already calculating the distance to the door.
"Married?" The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
Kellan's gaze settled on him like the flat end of a blade.
Dr. Bennett felt every drop of blood in his body make a collective decision to relocate.
"Your mother arranged it personally," he said, choosing his words with surgical care. "She wanted… well. An heir. And the young lady is lovely—very clean, very genuine. I think you'd find her—"
"Clean." Kellan repeated the word like it had offended him. "She married a man who'd been in a coma for three years and might never wake up. What exactly is she after?"
"The Scott family name, presumably. The resources—"
"Obviously." His voice was flat. "What else does anyone want from us?"
Dr. Bennett wisely said nothing.
Kellan looked down at the red pajamas he was wearing.
Then, slowly, he raised one hand and touched his lower lip.
