"A tonic that allows me to decide when and if I conceive."
Lucas went very still. "That's impossible. What you're describing is impossible. It goes against the very laws of nature."
"It's not impossible." she shook her head.
"Celia, I can't understand what you're saying to me right now. How do you know about these things? Where the fuck did you find such a-?" He stopped, pinched the bridge of his nose and then spoke in a very stern tone. "You have some explaining to do. Don't spare me a single detail."
"Why are you looking at me like that? Like I'm in some kind of horrible danger?" Celia asked petulantly.
