Antonin cleared his throat. It had been a memorable holiday to say the least. She'd almost murdered her brother-in-law. Part of her was convinced that no one, including her husband, would've minded if she did. Except Alexandre, third in the line of brothers between Alain and Aubin, was fast enough to cast a shield charm between them. She hated to admit that she still carried a little bit of resentment around for the quiet man who inexplicably loved his baby brother.