(Author's POV)
Sebastian found Sienna curled on her bed, still in the grey silk she'd worn to court, her face buried in a pillow. He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the mattress without a word.
Of all her brothers, Sebastian had always been the soft one where Sienna was concerned. It traced back to a hospital room, their mother's hand thin and cool in his, her voice barely above a whisper. *She's the youngest. She needs someone looking out for her.* He'd been nineteen. He'd nodded and meant it.
He'd meant it every year since. Every girlfriend he'd ended things with the moment Sienna wrinkled her nose. There'd been one he'd genuinely cared about - a quiet, sharp-humored woman he'd met at a conference in Edinburgh.
Sienna had pulled him aside at a family dinner and said
