“Do you feel he will harm my sister?” the duke asked.
Ian shook his head. “No, I don’t fear that. My thought is to spare Sarah his wild, hate-filled rants. They were upsetting enough to me as a young man. But to a lady...” Ian trailed off, unsure of how to convey his concern for his wife’s safety without telling the other three men what he knew. He stared into the contents of his snifter as he swirled it about. “He has an added reason to want to get even with me, because I know things—dark things—about him. I was witness to it, and I’m afraid he’d use Sarah to get to me.”
The other three men in the room shared uneasy glances, and Lucky nodded having lived through it with him.
“We shall do our best then,” Michael said.
“Thank you,” Ian replied, hoping they’d understand his next request.
