She nodded quietly to the man who greeted her. Pippa offered a smile even as she was having a hard time being there. When he left and Viktre directed her to a chair, she sat if only to keep her knees from buckling. Oh, no, and now she wanted to throw up. Why was she doing this to herself? She didn't love him. She took a deep and heavy breath, finally looking to the man who took her innocence.

And with the sight of those meltingly blue eyes, she girded her loins and lost the courage to tell him about the babe. In fact, her entire mission to end it with him hinged on not ending up in his bed again. "Sorry I used the wrong door," she said quietly.

Was there a quiver in her voice?

How did this go?

He probably wouldn't understand.

"Viktre..." she said at last.