No damage?
Her gaze was once again on Fitzroy, her brown eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched tight. “And you would be so sure of this?” she asked, her voice shrilly. Matilda did her best to keep a cool composure on a daily basis, but on this occasion it was all she could do from picking up the nearest object and chucking it at her cousin’s head.
“You cannot be, and you know that. What if she ends up…?” She placed a hand on her stomach, finding it difficult to voice her meaning aloud. The thought of Camilla carrying her cousin’s bastard was not only unappealing - it was outright sickening.
Her gaze was once again on Fitzroy, her brown eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched tight. “And you would be so sure of this?” she asked, her voice shrilly. Matilda did her best to keep a cool composure on a daily basis, but on this occasion it was all she could do from picking up the nearest object and chucking it at her cousin’s head.
“You cannot be, and you know that. What if she ends up…?” She placed a hand on her stomach, finding it difficult to voice her meaning aloud. The thought of Camilla carrying her cousin’s bastard was not only unappealing - it was outright sickening.