Brother? Taking her hand, Daemon gave Lucivar a quizzical look.

Running a possessive hand down Marian’s waist-length hair, Lucivar said warmly, “Marian does me the honor of being my wife.”

And Daemonar’s mother. The floor dropped out from under Daemon and then came up again fast and hard.

Marian squeezed his hand, her eyes filled with concern. Lucivar’s gaze was sharper.

Emotions collided in him, banging against his fragile sanity. Unable to offer them any reassurances, he took a step back and began, again, the exhausting effort of regaining control of his feelings.

Perhaps sensing that he needed time, Lucivar tugged at the book Marian held, trying to see the title.

She clutched it harder and stepped away from him.

“Is that a sniffle book?” Lucivar asked suspiciously.

Marian opened and closed her wings with a snap. “A what?”

“You know. One of those books that women like to read and get all weepy over. The last time you read one of those, you got upset when I came in to find out what was wrong. You threw the book at me.”

Marian’s sputtering was no longer silent. “I didn’t get upset because of the book. You came storming into the room with weapons drawn and you scared me.”

“You were crying. I thought you were hurt. Look, I just want to know ahead of time if you’re going to get weepy over it.”

“When Jaenelle read it, I’ll bet you didn’t barge in on her when she got weepy.”

Lucivar eyed the book as if it had just grown fangs. “Oh. That book.” He curled an arm protectively over his belly. “Actually, I did barge in on her. Her aim was better than yours.”

Marian’s growl turned into a laugh. “Poor Lucivar. You try so hard to protect the women in the family, and we don’t show our appreciation, do we?”

Lucivar grinned. “Well, if there are any interesting love scenes in that story, mark the pages and you can appreciate me in a few days.”

Marian glanced at Daemon and blushed.

Lucivar gently kissed her, then stepped aside to let her pass. “Get into bed now.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Daemon,” Marian said a little shyly.

“Good night, Lady Marian,” Daemon said. It was all he could manage.

They watched her until she went into her and Lucivar’s suite, then Lucivar reached out. Daemon stiffened, rejecting the touch.

Dropping his hand, Lucivar said, “The High Lord’s suite is just down this corridor. He’ll want to see you.”

Daemon couldn’t move. “I thought you married Jaenelle.”

“Why would you think I married Jaenelle?”

The surprise in Lucivar’s voice woke Daemon’s temper. “You were here,” he snarled. “Why wouldn’t you want to marry her?”

Lucivar didn’t say anything for a long minute. Then, quietly, “That was always your dream, Daemon. Not mine.” Turning, he walked down the corridor. “Come on.”