Page 6 of Bride By Coronation

"Don't you dare accuse me of playing games! You and Zara need to stop hiding and spill whatever you know about Dad's mark," I insist.

Sean scrubs his hands over his face, then releases a stressful breath. "What did he look like?"

"Why? Are you going to tell me who he is if I tell you?" I ask.

He opens his mouth and then shuts it. He taps his fingers on his thigh, staring out the windows.

"Seriously?" I scoff.

Zara steps back into the room. "Sean," she interjects.

They lock eyes.

"Stop hiding the truth from me!" I cry out.

"Keep your voice down. The babies need to take their nap," my brother reprimands.

"Then you better start talking because—" My pulse pounds between my ears.

"What is it?" Zara asks.

I point at her. "You knew who he was, didn't you?"

"Who?" She pins her eyebrows together.

"The man in the club with the scar," I reveal.

The color in her face drains, and she turns a fearful gaze to Sean.

Shocked, my brother asks, "You met Kirill?"

"Yes. Who is he, and why does he have Dad's skull?" I push.

Sean stares at the ceiling momentarily, grinding his molars, thenanswers, "I know you don't want to hear this, but he's right. This isn't the time, and any further information will only harm you."

"Meaning what?" I ask.

"You have to trust me," Sean insists.

I rise. "I'm supposed to trust you?"

He nods. "Yes."

I turn toward Zara. "I need to know."

She winces. "I'm sorry. Sean's right. We need to keep you safe."

"Keep me safe?"

"Yes," they say in unison.

Full of frustration and rage, I shake my head at them and spit out, "Thanks for nothing." I move toward the door.

"Fiona!" Zara calls, grabbing my arm.

"Don't!" I warn, shaking out of her grasp.

Guilt floods her expression. She holds her hands in the air. "Okay. But we love you. Please trust us."

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