William moved to sidestep his sister and leave without answering her. But she kept prancing around to block his way. Her words hung in the air between them, stubborn and glaring, refusing to be ignored.

‘You actually care. Admit it.’

He drew in a slow breath to cool the embers of his temper, pressing his thumb against the space between his brows. Why was his temper so short these days? Oh he knew, but he wasn't ready to face it.

Care. The word stung him like salt inside an open wound. ...