Jane POV:
No, he did not, he couldn’t have, I refuse to believe this.
Did he?
He couldn’t have said those horrible things, I must have been imagining them, the shock is to be held liable for this sort of malfunction of my brain, taking all factors into consideration, the distress from the last hours must be the foundation of these inconceivable thoughts of mine.
I glare at him in bewilderment, uncertain if my short memory, the one that replicates his speech in my mind, is unblemished or if the panic of a viable airplane ordeal and the other incidents that followed altered it beyond cure.
“What did you just say?” I inquire, being optimistic that it was all just a gloomy hallucination.
“I said that you are to marry in the mighty Holmes family. Although you are clearly not my type, you
