Juliana found it rather easy to ignore the warning on the possible fatality of her child, but the glass shattering to the floor of the library did get her attention. She peered back at Amery curiously, taking in his barely controlled expression with some confusion. As if she didn't have the capacity to understand him being upset at her words.
She probably should have not had that last glass of vodka, should she?
"Don't be stupid, Amery," she answered flatly, rising from her kneeling position in front of the liquor cabinet. "You wanted to know, didn't you? When this first happened, you bothered me to know who it was if not Orpheus. Well, there you go, I told you--now stop looking like that. The deer-in-the-headlights look is hardly attractive on you."
For a moment as she regarded him, she wondered if she had made a mistake. But her mind was swimming--she felt above it all, like none of it really mattered anyway. What would he do, anyway? What would he really do?
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