CHAPTER TWENTY
SEBASTIAN POV
She lifted her head.
Her eyes found mine.
"Oh," she said. Slow. Distant. "It's my husband."
I looked at the man beside her.
He was still holding her arm.
I removed her from his grip with one smooth motion — not rough, not loud, simply absolute — and transferred her weight against my side. She sagged into me immediately, her face pressing into my chest, her hand curling into my shirt like she had been looking for something to hold onto and had finally found it.
I looked at the man.
I leaned close and said four words quietly enough that only he could hear them and watched his face go the colour of a man who had just realized the full extent of his mistake.
Marco was already moving through the crowd behind him.
I turned away.
Angela appeared at my elb
