Of course he wasn't going to do anything to her. Knowing that by this time he must be absolutely itching to, Juliana smiled down into her lap. He would definitely not be wise to do anything to his cousin, to the mother of the child that he didn't associate himself with. Why, what would happen if she were gone? Not only would the family--or her brothers, in the least--come after him with a vengeance, but then what of Mischa? Amery knew of Christopher's involvement in her existence. There would always be ways to ensure that her dear cousin did not get away without having to take responsibility for his daughter; and it didn't even mean that anyone had to know why.
So many reasons, so many ways that hurting her would not end well. It caused Juliana to soar a bit inside. She did always love that feeling of being in complete and utter control of a man.
"Trivial?" she asked, replacing the smile with a confused look. "That's an interesting usage of vocabulary when referring to one's infant daughter, cousin. You know, she can hear you. How must it feel to be called trivial by one's own father?" Standing up from the couch, she walked over to where Christopher stood and, without warning, pushed Mischa into his arms--leaving little room for him to act, or else drop her on the floor.
"At the moment, what I want from you is to apologize to her."
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