Madeline didn’t want to leave with him, but bound by the identity of being his wife, she found no legitimate excuse to refuse.

Sebastian waited for a moment, and when she failed to respond, his patience ran thin. Without hesitation, he leaned down, slipped an arm around her waist, and half-pulled, half-supported her upright. He glanced briefly at Simon. “If you want a heart-to-heart with your brother, save it for another day. Right now, you’re coming home with ...