Chapter Seventeen

"I wish to speak with you," I uttered, causing him to pivot and meet my gaze. Martha, ever perceptive, knew to retreat, granting us a moment of seclusion. Once she vanished from sight, I turned my attention to Reuben. "Are you aware that your own flesh and blood harbors ill intentions towards you?" His countenance remained stoic, devoid of any surprise or alarm. Surely, he must have been aware of Demetrius' treacherous plans. I couldn't help but wonder why he had neglected to warn me, his soon-to-be bride.

"Keep your distance from Demetrius," he commanded in a stern tone, prompting a frown to crease my brow. "I don't need you to remind me of that. Even without your words, I am well aware that I should steer clear of him. But I am hurt that you chose not to confide in me," I admitted, making no effort to conceal my disappointment. Though we may not be a conventional couple, I had expected him to open up to me about certain matters. "If you had warned me about Demetrius beforehand, I wo