Brand was so choked with fury, he could barely breathe.
For a long moment after the carriages had reached Mainecroft Hall and she had been escorted inside, he remained where he was, rooted to the gravel before the great doors. He could not bring himself to go into the mansion. Whatever it was she wished for, he wanted no part in it. If he had to endure one more damned lie, he might well lose what little control he had left.
Slowly, he lowered his gaze to his hands. Traitors! Even though he remained angry at her, they had wished to touch her.
'Would you not feel our child?'
His jaw tightened painfully.
She would blackmail him now? His thoughts darkened. It was Lady Gwen's doing. No, it was Alexander's. How dare they interfere in his affairs? How dare they conspire and bring her back? And how dare she return without his permission?
His chest constricted.
