I’M SORRY, BROOK. I can’t.
Clive’s words.
Ones Brook didn’t understand.
For years, Clive had followed Brook around. For years, he had let his desires be known.
Brook had depended on his participation in her plan. How could he let her down when she finally needed him so badly?
“What did I do?” she asked, more than aware of their audience, yet uncaring.
Jaw tensed, he gave a low groan as his face ducked away. “Nothing, Brook.”
“Then, why—”
He blew out a breath. His gaze lifted, but rather than meet her, it snapped higher, toward a spot somewhere behind her, and a harsh chill lightened his eyes.
Glancing back over her shoulder, Brook let out a muttered curse.
Stefan stood just within the dining room doorway with his hands fisted at his sides. His attention fired heat in her and Cliv
