Killian’s voice was cold, clipped. “Where is my wife?”
Rose blinked at him, her brow arching high. “Your wife? Really?”
“Give me an answer, Rose.” His tone dropped into the firm, commanding cadence of an Alpha.
She flinched at the sound but didn’t back down. “Why do you care?” she asked, her voice edged with annoyance.
“Step aside and let me see for myself,” he ordered.
The flicker of frustration burning in her brother’s eyes made Rose’s stomach twist, but she stood her ground, squaring her shoulders. “No. She’s staying here with me for the night.”
“I’m taking her with me,” Killian declared, moving toward the door.
Rose’s arm shot out horizontally, blocking his path. “You’re not going in there.”
“Stop being a child, Rose.” His patience was wearing thin.
“Exactly,” she shot back. “
