Quentin had silently returned from his business trip and now stood behind Alistair, his face a mask of frost.
I waved my hands in frantic denial. "No way! That's not true!"
Alistair's smile instantly froze. He spun around to face the man looming behind him, his pupils contracting to pinpricks. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing at this doorstep at the c***k of dawn?"
"This is my house. I should be asking you that. What are you doing, showing up at my house at sunrise to harass my wife?" Quentin exclaimed.
Alistair's expression twisted in shock. "Wife? What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Today is our wedding day. The second the ceremony is over, Kiara will be my wife! Who do you think you are, strutting over here to throw your weight around?"
Quentin shot Alistair a sidelong
