Hideaway Strath yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen

“For me?” Lotte asked, a guttural undertone entering her velvety timbre. It didn’t make any sense, and she was wont to judge Hemlock’s words unfairly. The smoke-and-shadow rogue did not take kindly to being blindsided, especially when it came to her husband. “What is for me?” What part of “have sex with Arturo and have his babies” involved Lotte?

How could it possibly be for her?

Lotte listened as Hemlock explained the trust she felt for Arturo, and even managed a quip. “Well,” she said, a manufactured chuckle spilling with easy warmth from her lying mouth, “if you do not want him, I suppose I will just have to keep him.” And kill him, she thought to herself, smiling sweetly. She used her hurt and anger the way she’d been taught, coaxing a mischievous sparkle into her eyes, narrowing them with feigned wickedness.

“Perhaps, liekkikukka, I will have to keep you both.”