Staring into his cold eyes reminded her all the reasons she wanted to hate him.
But she just could not.
He was detaining her solely for the child. And if she wasn't carrying, she might as well vanish into thin air for all he cared, she thought grimly.
They stared at each other for a very long time, his eyes growing colder and colder and hers losing all its vibrance.
"Very well. What time should I expect this doctor?"
He stepped closer, so close that she could smell the scent of leather and candle wax on him.
"If you happen to be carrying my child, I will hunt you down and bring you back here." His voice was menacingly cold.
But she refused to let him scare her.
"And what would you tell everyone? That I miraculously became pregnant without being touched? No one would blame you for having desires! But what about me? You don't seem to care about anything but your precious image, you fool!"
She hadn't realized tears were streaming down her face until she tasted them.
