Ian must have seen the shift in my mood because he immediately softened. “I’m sure once we are married, she will become more… submissive. Sometimes I see the flash of a woman I like within her. Those flashes just need to be cultivated into the perfect wife.”
My sister was already perfect, so for Ian to not see that irked me even more.
This had to be the right path for her, though. Ian was better than Damien and would keep her safe. I had to believe that. I didn’t want to admit to myself that this whole choice had been not just a mistake but a massive failure on my part.
“Annette is my dear sister,” I told Ian. It was a warning, so I hoped he was smart enough to listen to it. From the way he c****d his head a bit, I thought he did. “She is to be cherished.”
Ian swallowed thickly. “Yes,”
