She felt the color drain from her face. "Oh?" she asked softly. Was...was this anger for her then? Had he told him about the child. She felt her eyes prickle. "I...had intended to tell you tonight..."
"I know." He interrupted, and sighed, shaking his head. "The bastard. I still don't understand what he was thinking, or how he could have done this. It's so unlike him."
Him? Phineas...oh thank gods. She felt the color return to her cheeks in a rush and it made her light headed.
"I'm sorry. Demitri said you were friends."
"Past being the operative tense."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No." He looked down at his empty cup and placed it on the table, then beckoned her over. She was pleased to obey, even more so when he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. Confir
