And although I want to keep checking mirrors, I simply can’t let that slide. I turn to face Ethan. “Forget it. You won’t receive a single thrax solider from any house. That’s what my Lincoln wanted.” My voice cracks a little when I say that last bit, but just picturing my lost love is making me weepy. I’d say it’s pregnancy hormones, but I’d be losing it even without that.
Plus, there’s more to this whole scene than missing my guy. The Earls just saw their King kowtow to some loser who looks like he belongs on the cover of Freckle-Faced Mean Kid Grows Up magazine.
Not on my watch.
Ethan gives me what can only be called an indulgent smile. Creep. “I realize that learning new things can be overwhelming, especially for someone in your condition…” He goes on to say more incredibly insulting
