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“You knocked it down.”

“You were being ridiculous.”

“You assaulted my phone.”

“I'll assault something else in a minute.” Despite myself, my mouth twitched. Wrong move.

“Don't you fucking smile at me.”

That made it worse. “I'm serious!”

“I know.”

“You are driving me insane!”

“Good. Then we're even.” She made a strangled sound, then she turned and headed for the bedroom door. Every trace of amusement disappeared.

“Where are you going?”

“Downstairs.”

“No.”

Her hand reached the handle, but I was across the room before she could turn it. My palm flattened against the door above her head. She went completely still.

“So help me God, Viking.”

“You're staying here.”

She turned slowly. The fury in her face should probably have concerned me but It didn't.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Move away from the door.”

“No.”

“I want to go downstairs, have breakfast with the women, walk through the gardens and spend one fucking hour without somebody asking whether I'm tired, hungry, dizzy, cold, warm, nauseous or in need of a doctor.”

“You were sick yesterday morning.”

“I'm pregnant!”

“Exactly.”

“That doesn't mean I'm fucking bedridden!”

“You need rest.”

“I need my sanity!”

Her voice cracked. That stopped me, but when she shoved at my chest I didn't move so she shoved again. “Bryn.”

“No. You listen to me now.” Her eyes had filled with tears. Fuck, instant panic.

“Why are you crying?”