It's utterly unreasonable.
What does this have to do with Bessie? Ignatius noticed her changing the subject, took a deep breath, and suppressed the restless emotions surging through his veins.
The man tilted his face away, afraid that if he looked at her one more time or heard her speak another unwelcome word, he might lose control and strangle her.
Ignatius Leclair, in his thirty years of life, had spent an almost negligible amount of time on women. And now, Delphine was driving him to such rage that his heart, liver, and lungs felt as if they were burning, yet he couldn't do a single thing about her. Unable to help himself, he mocked his own predicament—indeed, self-inflicted harm is the most fatal.
