Like me

Rosalind's POV

I had been wrong about what I said about them becoming less vicious.

It was almost as though she had gotten more angry at the fact that I thought to dismiss the noble ladies.

I had only done so because I didn't want them watching her and Aunt Celia fighting themselves and throwing underhanded comments at each other.

What again had she said?

That women like me were unworthy to become Killian's mate, that the only thing we were suited for would be warming his bed.

Anger filled me up from the inside. Maybe because even now, the only thing that Killian and I shared was a physical relationship.

Something he had done out of his way to enforce this morning.

I had been the one to put down the rule the first time we were together but now it rubbed me wrong.

I would forever love Cillian but I wondered if his softening in my heart meant something else other than what I had seen it as before.

I blinked away the tears that sprung into my eyes.

"Women like me."

When she said