I pushed myself upright, looked at the two of them wrapped around each other, and laughed at myself.
"So I'm supposed to thank him?"
"Thank him for ripping out my uterus for the sake of your baby, and nearly killing me on the operating table?"
Lucinda's tears came harder.
She shoved Giles away, snatched the fruit knife off the bedside table, and aimed it at her own slightly rounded belly.
"It's all my fault! I'm the one who hurt you! Let me pay for it!"
"I'll cut my baby and my uterus out right now and give them to you. Is that enough?"
"Lucy!"
Giles's face went white. He locked his arms around her and wrenched the knife free.
The blade sliced across his palm, blood streaming down his fingers.
He didn't even glance at it. He just lifted his head and looked at me with eyes so cold they were barely human.
"Beulah. Is this what you wanted? Are you satisfied now?"
He scooped up Lucinda, who had fainted from the shock, and walked out without looking back.
At the doorway he stopped. His voice held no warmth at all.
"I've been too good to you."
"Since you refuse to behave, then it's time you tasted some real hardship."
Two bodyguards in black came in, faces blank, and hauled me up by the arms.