When the empty decanter hit the floor, I couldn't hold it back. Blood sprayed from my mouth, spattering the tile. My legs gave out and I crumpled to the ground.
Fiona recoiled several steps in disgust. "Miss Sullivan, it was just one bottle. Did you really have to break out the fake blood?"
Blake bought it. His brow creased with irritation. "Enough. How long are you going to keep up the act? Fiona's been more than generous with you. Stop embarrassing yourself and get up."
I didn't speak. I just lifted my head and looked at him.
The woman closest to me suddenly screamed.
"Blood! There's blood all over her pants. She's... oh God, she's having a miscarriage..."
I met Blake's eyes as every drop of color drained from his face. And I smiled. The first real smile I'd managed all day.
"Your child. I've given that to her too. Is it enough now?"
