CHAPTER 0087

Willa’s POV:

“Excuse me?” I nearly sputtered out my coffee.

Beatrix and I were only separated by the counter, and now she tapped her manicured burgundy nails against the counter top, the sneer on her face permanent.

My gaze narrowed as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that she just asked if Killian and I were trying for a child.

“You heard me,” she said coldly. “I had hoped that would be th