Chapitre 209: Potion or Poison?

 Delaney pulled away from him as if she'd been slapped.

 "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, moving to take the bottle away.

 She felt her heart ache and she moved to quickly put the bottle back in its place. When she turned around she wasn't sure what to do. She hesitated, sure she shouldn't go back to sit beside her angry husband but also longing to touch him and be held by him. Biting her lip, she sat in front of her dressing table on the padded stool and fidgeted with the things there.

 Taking up her brush, Delaney absently brushed her hair as she fought to stop the tears that were slipping down her cheeks. This was all her fault. He had every right to be angry with her. She had made such a terrible mistake.

  Glancing at him in the mirror she saw he was finally beginning to relax on the bed, the tension leaving his face and shoulders. When he moved to sit up, his eyes met hers in the mirror and she quickly looked away.