Adrian did not move.Rain ran from his hair, down his face, into the open collar of his ruined white shirt. He stood in the chapel doorway with Bunny hanging from one hand, soaked to the skin, his eyes fixed on the arm locked around Elena’s waist.Sebastian’s mouth was close to her ear.“One more step, brother,” he murmured, “and she bleeds before the baby does.”Elena felt the knife then.A cold kiss at the side of her throat.Adrian saw it.Something changed in his face so completely that, for one second, Elena forgot the blade. The man she had known in pieces all night — father, son, ex-husband, almost-lover — vanished into something darker. Something controlled enough to be terrifying.“Take it away from her,” Adrian said.His voice was quiet.That made it worse.Sebastian laughed softly. “Still giving orders. Still thinking the world was built to kneel when a Blackwood speaks.”“You have a knife at her throat and a baby crying at the altar,” Adrian said. “Do not mistake restraint
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