“It’s not fair. You deserved to choose your own wife. Bloody hell, that’s the least of what you deserved. But that is not what’s happened.” His hand tightened over Broderick’s shoulder blade until the force was bruising. “My baby sister might be vexing. She might make your head spin with her nonsense. But she is yours, and you will take care of her. Do we understand one another?” Broderick’s jaw hardened, along with his gut. He grasped Huxley’s wrist and forced it away. “Fine,” he growled. “Ye want me to say it? She’s mine.” An odd sensation rippled over his skin. Hot. Pleasurable. He ignored
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