"What does that mean."? Victoria's voice cracked beside me, her eyes fixed on Caleb with a fear I hadn't seen from her before, not even the night he'd slapped her in front of the entire hall.
"What does he already know," she said, louder this time, turning toward her husband. "Caleb. What is Damien supposed to know."
Caleb's jaw tightened, his composure slipping for just a fraction of a second before he smoothed it back into place. "Nothing that concerns you tonight."
"It's clearly something that concerns you enough to be shouting about it in front of every guest we invited."
"Victoria." His voice dropped into a warning she recognized instantly, and I watched her flinch, the way a person flinches from a sound they've learned to fear through repetition.
Lucien's hand found the small of
