Lucian laughed and looked up at her, "What's the matter, are you worried that you'll lose your chance at glory and greatness if word gets around that I'm raving and mad?" he asked.
"It's always reputation and glory when it comes to you!"
"What's the matter is your boy toy unable to keep a whore like you happy, and now you have to come and bother me, why don't you do us both a favour and stay the hell out of my way!" he snapped, his eyes fell on her swollen belly, her pregnancy was making itself more apparent with each passing day.
Khalia's eyes shifted uncomfortably, all her attempts to reason with this child of hers were met with failure, and he would always fixate on things that didn't concern him.
She looked her son in the eyes, those grey eyes were so similar to his father's, but she couldn't allow him to become like that man, cold and empty, a man who seemed to feel almost nothing at all.
