Page 27 of Savage Knight
Chapter Ten
“Do you eat at yourbrother’s home every morning?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“And none of you are married?”
Evren shook his head.“I’m not privy to my brothers’ sex life, but Jeremiah has been too focused on building his empire, and Saxon is too fucking crazy.I haven’t seen Aera in a long while so I can’t say what he’s up to, but I doubt he’d be settled down.”
“And you?”
“Guess I never found the right woman.”
“Well, I can assure you, marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.You’re not missing out on much.”
“Kinda cynical.”
Lowen shrugged.“Marriage is a different institution for women than it is for men.Women are held at the mercy of the men who dominate them, and there isn’t any recourse to take.When you’re born into that life, or marry into it, you’re there until you die.Mine happened to last two years before I was murdered.”
Understanding dawned in his assessing stare.“Well, you never have to get married again if you don’t want to.”
Did he believe her?Or was he just appeasing her?Not knowing what else to say, she nodded her agreement in a noncommittal acknowledgment.
Evren held her hand as they left his place to walk across the corridor to his brother’s home.Once more, Jeremiah sat at the table with three tablets around him and two phones, drinking coffee as he studied something on each device.His sleeves were folded up to mid-forearm, showing off colorful tattoos.Suspenders strained over his massive chest and shoulder muscles.He was a large man, a little taller than Evren, and she had no doubt he could bench-press an elephant.Jeremiah’s sharp gaze watched them as they sat, lingering on her for a moment.Evren held out a chair and waited till she sat before taking his own.
“Morning,” Jeremiah said.
“Morning,” she replied.“Thank you for allowing me to be here.”
“Of course.”He reached up and rubbed his forehead, directly over his right eye.
“Do you have a headache?”she asked.
He immediately stopped, as if he didn’t like showing any weakness.“Sometimes I get migraines.”
“Not sometimes,” Evren said as he poured syrup over a stack of pancakes.“He gets one or two a week.And he doesn’t like taking medication.Says it reminds him too much of our shitty parents.”
Lowen returned her gaze to her plate.Would he be receptive to a suggestion?She knew what it was like to be hurt without the benefit of an analgesic.
