Fighting Back (Part One)

"I never asked him to kill her!" Jocelynn shrieked, standing up from her chair with enough force to knock it over and slamming her petite fists down on the table hard enough to make the dinnerware jump. Tears flowed freely from her eyes and her heart thudded in her chest like the powerful storm raging outside the glass windows but she didn't care as she lashed out at the middle-aged Marquis. 

"He didn't, he didn't need to kill her," she sobbed. "All he had to do was see the mark for himself and refuse to consummate the marriage. Then, then we could have fixed things. We could have talked about what to do, together, as one big family. But he…" 

"And yet you say you love him anyway," Bors snorted.