Delphine let it all pour out on Jax, though she kept her voice low so her mother, still standing with her back to them, wouldn't catch a word.
"Yes, I am ailing right now, and it's entirely thanks to a pervert like you. A man with zero nobility who just flops himself open whenever the mood strikes, never once sparing a thought for the women standing around him. Have you no shame at all?"
Flick.
Jax's finger snapped against her forehead. "Noble? Me? I'm a mere commoner, sweetheart. And unless my memory's failing me, weren't you the very one who cursed me as a peasant, a lowborn, a nobody unworthy of even standing in your presence? Looks like you aren't lying about your sickness. You've gone and forgotten your own memories."
Delphine rubbed at her forehead, where a red mark bloomed instantly across her pale skin. "How dare you lay a finger on me, you filthy commoner."
