MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS OBSESSED WITH ME
I snapped, my voice cracking harder than I intended.
Lucian’s gaze shot to mine in surprise.
“Don’t you dare talk about him like that,” I said again, softer but sharper, stepping closer. “He’s my brother, Lucian. My family. You don’t… you don’t just assume the worst of him.”
Lucian stared at me for a long moment, the faintest crease of conflict shadowing his features. Then he let out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t want to assume the worst,” he murmured. “But I’ve learned to plan for it.”