Claiming the Forbidden Bride. Gayle Wilson

she warned.

      The line of his lips, once so mobile and quick to smile, ticked upward slightly at the corners. ‘Not to me. Or rather,’ he conceded, ‘not only to me.’

      ‘But since you are the only brother I have, lost to me once and then returned, I don’t want to have you lost again.’

      ‘Then be at peace, little one. Magda assures me this is the only way I shall ever resolve the things that trouble me.’

      ‘And you believe her?’ Nadya mocked.

      ‘You doubt her gifts because your father’s family devalued them.’

      ‘I doubt her “gifts,” as you call them, because I’ve seen too many fortune-tellers through the years. I’m not a woman of the gadje, willing to be taken in by promises of a meeting with a handsome stranger or of finding untold wealth waiting around the next bend.’

      ‘Nor am I. Have a little faith, I beg of you.’

      ‘In you? All you wish. In Magda’s fortunes? I’m not that gullible.’

      ‘And in Jaelle’s curse against those who brought about my father’s death?’ Stephano asked quietly.