Mara's POV

“David—please stop!” I yanked my wrist free from his grasp. He tried grabbing me again, but I jerked away, my pulse hammering. We stood in the hallway, the echo of our footsteps filling the silence.

“Why would you do that In front of him? Are you insane?” I demanded.

He ran a hand over his face, jaw tight, voice low and tense. “You don’t get to start. I need to understand what I saw before I lose my mind.”

“David—”

“Mara,” he cut in, stepping closer, eyes dark. “I saw him kissing you the other night. Your late husband’s brother of all people. Explain that to me. How...