“Are there?” Domitian replied dryly. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked off towards the wall for a moment before glancing back towards her face. There were worse things, of course, as he’d just been thinking — spinsterhood after being outed through whispers as a fallen woman would have been worse, at least for Camilla. Still, he could see no way this played out where she would be happy with the way events had unfolded, and were he a betting man he would have wagered that she’d live to regret the events that followed even more than she regretted allowing Mr. Prewett into her bed in the first place.
“You can tell me what you think about it five years from now,” he said coolly, then in a slightly more hesitant tone he continued, “If you think this is what you want.”
He could not imagine that she would say no, but for the sake of his conscious he had to at least give her the opportunity to escape this before he locked her into it.
“You can tell me what you think about it five years from now,” he said coolly, then in a slightly more hesitant tone he continued, “If you think this is what you want.”
He could not imagine that she would say no, but for the sake of his conscious he had to at least give her the opportunity to escape this before he locked her into it.
