“You’re crossing a line, Felix,” Frederick growls, “Of course I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.”
Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, brother. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.”
Oh. Shit. Both you and Anna are too shocked to move. Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. Frederick grabs his brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite his angry shake. He appears to be having an internal dialogue.
You…
And no options :(