Silas froze dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide with disbelief. "No! This can't be! You must be lying to me! How the hell could you get married this fast? That auction scandal blew up years ago, so who else would ever marry you besides me?" The words tumbled out before he could stop them, and he clamped a hand over his mouth instantly. "That's not what I meant, Evelyn."
I stared at him calmly, not the least bit surprised by his honest little slip-up. If he did not truly believe that, he never would have favored Bianca so openly all these years. In his head, no one but him would ever want a piece of damaged goods like me.
A sharp gust of wind whipped up behind me. Marcus burst past me in a blur and slammed a brutal fist straight into Silas' jaw.
"I'll kill you!" Marcus roared.
Silas
