Violette watched the carriage come to a halt in front of the house. She tore her gaze away, biting down on her lower lip to stop its trembling.
Ethan’s hand still rested on her shoulder and Charlie settled a gentle touch on her other shoulder. “Don’t worry, Violette,” Charlie said, “We’ll protect you.”
She looked at him. His blue gaze rested on her face, their deep azure reflecting the same determination she’d heard in his voice.
Ethan let the drape fall back into place and squeezed her shoulder. “Charlie’s right,” he murmured. “You’re with us now.”
His quiet, strong words enveloped her, making her feel completely safe. Tears flooded her eyes. She knew that Ethan felt responsible for her now but she didn’t believe that with us now meant something permanent. How could it, the way she
