When their eyes met across the dining room, Alexandre sneered. Never in all of the years that she'd known him had she ever seen her brother-in-law react so openly hostile. They'd never had a single harsh word to say to the other. While she certainly didn't know him very well, he'd never been cruel. Even seemed to like her in the brief moments she hadn't been a complete terror at family gatherings. Antonin believed his brother to be a gentle soul, too good for the harsh reality of the world he lived in. He once claimed that Alexandre didn't have a single mean bone in his body. What had happened to make him change so drastically?