Chapter 75

Tre and Cilla were seated side by side on the sofa, and I elevated an eyebrow to see my younger brother’s fiancée included in a family meeting. Tre copied my gesture, cutting a glance to the man who stood at my elbow, then rose and took me aside. “Cilla’s always known there was something different about us,” he whispered almost soundlessly, knowing I would have no trouble hearing him. “Before we became engaged, I talked to Dad about it, and he said it was only fair that I let her know what she’ll be facing.”

I could feel Da’ric watching me, but just nodded. I’d always liked Priscilla Danvers, even when I couldn’t see myself as the one spending the rest of my life with her.

“What about him?” Tre gestured toward the rainbow-eyed man.

“What abouthim?”

“He’s not part of the family.” The door closed with an almost silent snick. I wheeled around. Da’ric had left the room. Tre finished weakly, “This could be dangerous for him.”