There was no warmth in her voice, and certainly no concern for Maya's condition. To her, the woman was becoming an inconvenience before she had even officially entered the family.
Victor noticed it, but he chose not to argue.
He reached for his tea again, taking a slow sip while his gaze remained distant.
The previous night's events continued to bother him, particularly the strange gaps in Maya's memory and the way his brothers were behaving.
Something had happened, and he intended to find out what it was, but he also knew that pressing them while they were clearly unwilling to speak would accomplish very little.
Across the table, Karl finally lifted his fork and forced himself to eat, although he had little appetite. Ronan followed a moment later, deliberately keeping his attention on his plate.
Neither man spoke about the bond.
Neither needed to.
