Jane’s livid glare sent the crowd dispersing. These people simply didn’t have proper manners. She made no apologies for yelling at them, not when they deserved every ounce of her fury.
The bad tempered grandmother from earlier looked as if she wanted to continue arguing, but a stare from Ethan intimidated her into silence and she scurried off with the child in her arms.
With the crowd gone, Jane knelt by Ethan’s side.
“Don’t pay them any mind”, she said comfortingly, “Those ignorant people are good for good for spewing nonsense and nothing else”.
Ethan cupped her head with one hand, “You’re really not bothered about my scars?”
Jane’s brow pinched together.
She didn’t like the way he spoke about himself, “They don’t bother me”, she insisted.
“I’m a bastard, and you’re a Young Master
