The house was as he remembered, Vicker thought, as Marilyn walked to the room where Lordic’was. He looked back at the closed front door, and thought of Mae. Marilyn laughed as if she could read his thoughts.
“Your precious bride will be fine for a few minutes without you,” she said, “She seems to be resilient to have survived you and everything that went on in the nest. She must be something special to have garnered your loyalty, even though she might belong to another. There was a time when all that belonged to me, even your heart.”
Vicker stared at her. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to give into the taunting. She wanted him to talk about their past, but she gave up that right when she chose Lordic over him.
“What?” Marilyn asked sweetly.
“Send someone for her, and please tell them
