His features turned dark and dangerous. The softer side of her husband vanished. He grasped her arm and forced her toward Brahan. "Take her below stairs to the solar." There was nothing malleable or soft in him now. The breath stilled in her chest. The beast had returned. "I must assemble the warriors to protect my father." A flash of fear—or was that challenge—sparked in the depths of Wolf’s eyes. "Once the Lady Isobel is safely in the solar, join me, Brahan. We prepare for battle." His gaze snapped to Isobel. "You will prepare things here for my father's arrival." His gaze left her face to travel down the length of her body. "Go to your chamber. I shall see that Mistress Rowley and the castle seamstresses join you shortly. My wife will have more than one garment to wear before she makes her introduction to my father." He smiled cruelly. Isobel took a stumbling step backward. Her heartbeat sounded in her ears as she waited for that hot flash of anger in his eyes to pass.
