The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains did nothing to warm the chill in Lucian's study. I stood beside my husband, desperately trying to maintain my composure as Kieran Shaw slouched in the leather armchair across from us, his brother Derek sitting stiffly beside him.
"I appreciate you both coming on such short notice," Lucian said, his voice pleasant as always when company was present. His hand rested on my lower back, seemingly affectionate but pressing just hard enough to remind me of his control.
Derek Shaw nodded politely. "Of course, Marquess. Though I must apologize for my brother's state." He shot Kieran a disapproving glance. "He insisted on stopping at the tavern before arriving."
Kieran grinned lazily, the smell of alcohol wafting from him even at this distance. "A man needs his fortifications, brother. Not all of us can be so... proper." His eyes drifted to me, lingering on my neck where purple bruises lurked beneath my high-collared dress.
