Chapter 742

• Proserpina
• I sit up , the need to throw up uppermost as I put out my hands blindly, stumbling as I make a dash for the bathroom. This child had not been as troublesome as the others, I had thought, but probably, after his father’s roughness of the previous night and the way he took me all night long, the babe has decided to protest.
• I feel Lucien’s strong arm around me as I retch, his hands anchoring me as I brush my teeth and splash cold water on my face. And then, he lifts me easily in his strong arms, carrying me back to bed.