Chapter 66
Leander wished Julien could see how grossly illogical his argument was. “Julien, I want—” He had to stop when a cough threatened, and perhaps it was for the best. What would he have said? I want to please you, but that made for a very poor beginning. What else did Julien expect to dictate about his life? “I’m sorry, but no.”
“I’m not jesting, Leander.”
No one had taken thattone with Leander since his brothers had been lost at sea, and even before then, it had been a rarity. As far as he was concerned, no one except his father and brothers ever had that right.
“Do you hear me?” Julien demanded.