“Does it pain you to know he could have been yours?”
I looked up to see Morgan draped in the doorway, arms crossed defensively.
She was right. He could have been my son had Aggrivane and I married. I shifted Llew’s weight in my arms. Now that she mentioned it, it did hurt, but I wouldn’t let her know.
“Does it pain you to be such a shrew?” I snapped back.
Morgan pushed off the doorframe and moved back to let the maid through. “Suit yourself. I don’t have to help you.”
I would have let her go if Camille hadn’t woken right then, mumbling incoherently. I handed Llew to Morgan and rushed to her side, cupping her forehead. “Her fever is worsening.”
Morgan laid Llew next to Camille in the bed. Without a word, she stripped off her cloak, rolled up the sleeves of her tunic, and rattled off
