CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
I go still before looking over my should at them, my voice sharp, “Were you speaking to me?”
The woman looks down at my protruding belly, her eyes filled with contempt, “There are no shortage of bastard children in this village. Why don’t you go elsewhere to -“
Before she can finish speaking, I am in her face, my voice dangerous, “Did you just call my child a bastard?”
For a moment, she flinches, not having expected me to retaliate but her friends make angry sounds, giving her the courage to spit in my face, “We don’t like your filthy kind here. Breaking marriages, spreading your legs for men. If you want to do that, just go to a whore house and get paid for it.”
I am seeing red at this point but before I can so much as move, I feel dangerous tension in the air and I freeze.
Kayla!
I whirl around and I see her staring at the women, her gaze filled with a terrifying fury.