Caleb already hated me. If I went to him with demands about Natasha, about where she could live and how she should be treated, it would only confirm his belief that I was trying to destroy his happiness.
He would never believe I was simply following Vivienne's orders. He would assume I had orchestrated the whole thing out of jealousy or spite.
His paranoid mind would twist everything into evidence of my supposed villainy.
I needed to talk to Lucian.
When I finally escaped the dining room, I went straight to our chambers. Lucian still hadn't returned, so I changed into my nightgown and waited.
Hours passed.
I was beginning to doze off in my chair when the door finally opened.
Lucian walked in, looking exhausted. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight. Whatever council business had o
