Chapter 227. Hurting

Proserpina

I lay on the bed, listlessly.

I felt Camilla’s eyes on me. She knew that I was feeling upset but I had realised that the big woman with the strong features and the brusque manner, was actually a kind, caring soul.

She came closer, holding my littlest child in her arms.

“Do you want to hold the baby?” she asked, “I know he is your favourite.”

It was untrue, I loved them all equally but I could see it was a clumsy attempt to make me cheerful. I looked up at her, meeting her bright black eyes and smiled. 

The smile faltered as I saw the concern in her eyes and I began to cry.

Suddenly I was sobbing, great wrenching sobs, torn from my chest.

“It is alright, it is going to be alright, girl.” she cooed, holding me to her chest. I shook my head wearily.

“No,” I mumbled, “it is never going to be all right.” 

I thought of Lucien, the steeliness in his eyes as he had said he would not share me…SH