Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] nomajoka

why had she done this? why had she given in? "insane?" her gasp was strangled, cut off; her lips curled and she slowly stood to her feet, staring balefully into his face.
she wanted to force him, to say he simply must. heda saw an opportunity here, one to rebuild. never to replace the island, but to live. to even thrive, albeit physically — "it's insane that you m-marry someone after you sleep with them?" heda growled, though its impact was muted by the angry tears that suddenly stood out in her eyes.
she scrambled away from him, sick, horrified; she started to panic. maybe she should mention them, maybe — no. heda gazed at his brutishness, the jawline that would have been handsome were it not for his constant anger.
no. if, god forbid her moment of complete weakness, new life came of this, she did not want them raised here. not with him. not by him.
self-preservation dulled her nausea, and at last the thinbones of her sharp shoulders relaxed. "all right." heda wanted to lie down, to vomit.
softly she stepped past him, carefully; "make sure you wash yourself before you go back to etienne," the widow said without looking at anselm, refusing to process a single iota of what had happened.