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Harrison
Of all the people I expect to visit me on a given day, Eva is the least likely.
Her blond hair is limp around her face. Makeup cakes her cheeks and forehead. Her aqua-blue jumpsuit is pressed, but her posture is cowed.
Her gaze darts past my shoulder. “Harrison. I need help.”
I don’t believe her for a second. “You made your allegiances perfectly clear.”
“Let her in,” Sebastian says.
I shut the door in her face before starting to tell my brother how stupid this idea is when Raegan cuts me off.
“I agree with Ash.”
“You want Mischa’s fiancée in my house?” Disbelief drips from every word.
Rae blinks at me. “I want to give a woman in obvious distress a chance to explain herself.”
Fuck.
I jerk the door open. “If it were up to me, you’d be gone.”
“Harrison King taking orders. That’s a new one.”
I pull the door shut behind me so it’s the two of us on the step. “If you so much as look at Raegan, I’ll have you delivered back to him with a full account of where you’ve been.”
Fear flashes across her face, blinding and real, before she follows me inside.
Sebastian’s sitting at the dining table, and Raegan’s in the kitchen making tea. Still wearing my shirt.
Eva’s gaze lingers on Raegan an extra beat before she remembers what I said and looks away.
Rae comes over with a teapot and cups, then pours into each cup.
Eva accepts the tea from Rae and takes a sip. Her engagement ring blinks in the light. “He’s not the man I thought.”
I cough. “Who did you think you were marrying? A saint?”
“No. But he was constant in one thing—wanting me. At least until recently.” She sneaks another look at Rae.
I turn to my brother and Raegan. “Could you give us a moment?”
Rae finishes pouring tea and drops into a seat at the other end of the table. “No.”
I swallow a groan. Please, I implore her silently.
A stubborn jerk of her chin. Fuck no.
Damn it. I called her a queen, and she is one now.
In full.
“He doesn’t want me anymore. I called him out on it, and he got physical.” Eva angles her head, and in the light, it’s impossible not to see the shadow beneath her cheekbone. She turns her cup in her hands, lips pressing together. “At first, it was exciting. It felt as if he needed me in a way you never did.”
When her gaze lands on me, I see accusation and sadness mixed together.
“You want protection,” I guess.
