Nineteen: His Wife, His Surrogate.

I bit hard against my lower lip as my head seemed like it was going to explode, due to my irk state. My cold and shaky fingers rolled into a keen fist and begged me to hit it against someone's face. The silent air that left my nose suddenly developed into heavy pants. Tugging my tightened fingers close to the pocket of my jacket, I snorted. 

"Jace!" A cry unknowingly spilled from my mouth as I turned to my husband. "What is this inane thing doing here? How can she be here?!" My throat bit that out at the top of my voice. 

He sighed and looked scared as I had expected. "I know you might not like this, but I need you to cooperate with me in this. She's…"

"Enough!" I cut him in, raising my index finger to point it at his face. "What level are you taking this to? Did you bring her here to comfort you in the month that I've been gone? What are you trying to do, you git?!" My words made him look scared, and wo