Chapter 33 Unlikely Comfort

• The silence that followed was thick, palpable, and suffocating. Not even the sharpest of swords could’ve cut through it.
• Only Diana’s words, scathing and poisonous with rage, were what shattered the silence. “I am more than just my womb and my cunt! I am not a bed warmer, nor am I just a body to carry your heir. It is not my duty to satisfy your prick, nor it is my sworn obligation to spawn your child. I am a woman, Alistair! A person of her own right. A mate who could stand beside you, shoulder to shoulder. Damn you to hell and back for insinuating otherwise.”
• In her fit of anger, she barely registered Alistair’s quiet response as she stormed out of the room; the mess between her thighs from their horizontal tango only half-cleaned.