Naomi Hart couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her at Marcus Sinclair’s words. She lifted a hand to cover the corner of her mouth, eyes warm as she explained, “Brother, you’ve got it all wrong. No one forced me. I agreed to this marriage of my own free will.”
Without hesitation, she reached out and took Sebastian Cole’s hand, her fingers curling firmly around his.
Sebastian felt the sudden contact like a jolt. Shock flickered through his dark eyes before he locked it down, the corner of his mouth lifting in a controlled curve. He met Marcus’s gaze steadily.
“She’s right,” Sebastian said, voice even. “Naomi chose this. She chose me.”
Marcus still looked reluctant, jaw tight, but the decision belonged to his sister. In the end he could only nod.
“If he ever mistreats you,” Marcus
