Blackthorn turned to Cordelia as soon as her husband had stepped away, his expression cold. "I'd love to have a small chat with you Cordelia."
Cordelia straightened in her chair, meeting his gaze with what she hoped was an air of confidence, though internally, she felt a chill of unease.
"Uhhh.... A chat you say?"
Blackthorn's eyes narrowed slightly as he pushed his plate to the side.
"Yes, a chat. I noticed your unease the moment Fairfax mentioned Matilda's name." He leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table. "You know something, don't you?"
Cordelia felt her heart pounding in her chest, but she refused to show any weakness. This was afterall her home, right? She hadn't told Fairfax how he dragged her to a private corner the last time they met for obvious reasons. But in her own house, he dared not repeat such!
"I... I don't know what you're implying," she said, her voice measured.
