child, are you all right?” She was not. Her throat was tight. Her nose burned, her eyes pricked hotly. She had never been more wrong. She turned and staggered along the corridor, into the kitchen. She stood where she had slapped him, a hand clutched over her middle. “Goodness.” Her mother had followed, and her expression was concerned. “I confused you.” “No.” She shook her head. “No. Everything is perfectly clear.” Tristan had left Boudicca on her doorstep. She was the young lady in need of company.
He has always loved her ❤️
