Gavin hadn’t been murdered. He’d deserved every gunshot and stab wound and then some. Julian was certain of it. Whoever this soldier was, he’d done the world a favor. In doing so, he’d also found himself on the wrong side of Rosamond Sinclair. That was his fatal mistake. Julian knew better than to speak his thoughts aloud. His mother wouldn’t change her mind. He had little inclination to try. This was happening, with or without him. This was his chance to get back on her good side. To prove his worth to her. To prove that he was better than his brother.
