*Blake*
I wipe my hand across my suddenly dry mouth. Where is the bloody servant with the damned tea? I dart a quick glance toward the door.
“Searching for an escape or a rescuer?” She asks, and I hear the amusement in her voice. I glare at her, but she just says. “How can you be afraid of a child?”
“I’m not afraid of him”. I say, with an annoyance that misrepresented my claim. “I simply have no interest in children. Whatsoever. At all.”
This time my words hurt her. I see it in the darkening of her eyes, the unnatural blush in her cheeks. She has given up so much… everything to bring that child into the world and to keep him near. I just acted as though I couldn’t be bothered.
Her gaze averts me as she rises. “He’s getting hungry. I should find Jeanette.”
As she tries to walk past me,
