The muscles in Emrys' neck tightened. If the accusation hadn't made him angry, it would have depressed him. To think that after all this time, she thought so little of his character. To think that she apparently had no idea the depth of his feelings towards her, even after he'd come out and explained very clearly why he didn't want to marry her in the first place. It would have depressed him... but at this point it was just the latest in an increasingly long line of ways in which she'd been disappointingly out of sync with what he was trying to do, ways in which they'd talked past each other instead of understanding. He didn't have it left in him to be surprised any more, but he did still have his pride and his anger.

He reached out to take her wrist and removed her hand from his thigh, putting some distance between the two of them by force. "I don't care if there's a child," he snapped, edging past her to rise from the chair and cross the room. "I care about not burdening you with the cost of my mistakes. Write me when you know."

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