"Kill myself?" She asked, her voice incredulous.
He wasn't going to allow her to make small of the situation as far as he was concerned.
"What do you call riding out in a faulty carriage in the middle of a storm? And in poor health?" He stepped forward menacingly. "It is called begging for a death wish, Lady Stenly, if I must educate you."
Her lips puckered. "Yet here I am."
She still didn't realize her mistake?
"I see you would fight to the death no matter what I say."
She glared at him. "If I stayed in that castle a second longer and listened to one more person accuse me of killing my own child, I might have as well taken my own life."
He blinked, flustered at her admission.
"That means you have very little value for your own life."
"And you have a gross amount of value for yours." She retorted, a deep frown on her face.
She looked like she would love nothing more than to shove a pile of dirt into his face.
Yeren smoothed a hand through his hair and looked beyond her.
