I turned to regard her.

She was in a deep blue dress, cinched around her waist with a slender black belt. Her makeup had been reapplied, and her hair fixed from the tangled mess it’d been just moments ago. Stunning and perfect, she glided to me, like a butterfly about to land on my arm.

Magnus turned to look as well.

She stopped a few feet away, as if asking for permission to be there.

I lifted my fingers and silently beckoned her to me.

My arm outstretched as I waited for her to step into me, to come to my side so I could secure my arm around her waist, so I could squeeze her tight. When I felt her dress against my palm, another rush came through me, like I was in the presence of royalty. She was the countess of this palace without a ring. She was the countess of my heart. I brought our lips close together but didn’t kiss her. “Glass of wine?”

“Please.”

I squeezed her tight then kissed her before I departed. Gilbert was nowhere in sight, probably with the chef preparing dinner, so I went down to the cellar to get her a bottle of the wine she loved.

I gave Magnus the opportunity to become acquainted with her—since she would be my wife. I also did it for more selfish reasons, to flaunt what I had and he didn’t. The bottle was uncorked, the wine was poured, and then I returned with the glass.

The second I rejoined them, I could feel the tension, feel the negative energy. Magnus clenched his hand tightly like he was annoyed before sliding it into his pocket to disguise his anger. “I had to go down to the cellar to get your favorite.”

Her eyes softened as she looked at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“You know I’d do anything for you.” My hand encircled her waist before I gave her another soft kiss. “Now, let the men talk business. I’ll join you for dinner soon.”

She gave a nod before she left my hold and walked away, her heels growing fainter and fainter as she disappeared.

“Now that is a woman worth fighting for.” I turned back to my brother and took a drink, seeing the anger still on his face.

He hated Raven so much it was even hard to be around her sister.

Guess I had nothing to worry about.

He took a drink before he spoke. “I’ve never seen you this way with a woman.” He didn’t ask how I felt. He didn’t ask for details of the relationship. He just made his assessment based on a single interaction.

“Because this is the first time it’s happened.”

Eleven

The Lies We Keep

Melanie

It was the first time I’d ever interacted with his brother directly.