"Hello little brother," Ilona grinned, knowing he had hated being referred to as her little brother since he had grown more than a head taller than her.
"Ian what's going on?" asked the woman at his feet, "Who is this?"
Her brother sighed, handsome even when he was looking at her with such disapproval, and answered.
"This is my older sister, Ilona Black."
The woman stared at Ilona in surprise and Ian helped her up from the ground before stepping forward and helping the scarred man up as well. Ilona watched as the man winced and was unsteady on his feet and she wondered how badly Pierce and the other men had abused him.
The lovely noblewoman rushed forward to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him. She was quietly crying, relieved but probably still scared. The man kissed the top of her head and held her in his arms as well.
