"The nanny said Julian took you." He crossed the room and seized my wrist, grip bruising.
"He's my brother. He didn't want to watch me die."
"He should know his place. Have you seen the headlines?"
So that was it. Not concern—fear for the Delgado reputation. He could burn down the house, but I wasn't allowed to light a candle.
"I won't do it again," I murmured, head lowered.
He sneered, tilting my chin up. "Tell me, Sam. Once we divorce, is Julian going to pick up my scraps? Marry you?"
"Connor, stop. I love you. I won't divorce you unless you force me to."
He chuckled darkly. "You really are pathetic for me, aren't you?"
