Chapter 17

“Zavian! That’s enough of your childish foolishness! This instant!” Grandma Eva roared.

Zavian ignored her outburst.

A tall blonde girl whose uniform strained to contain her ample curves, scurried over with her eyes downcast and hands trembling slightly. She hurried to pick up the broken porcelain before hurrying away to get Zavian a new one and have someone clean up the mess.

Zavian moved away from Valerie’s cloying perfume and settled into a plush armchair strategically placed away from the others.

He crossed his legs, his posture relaxed yet alert like a hunter biding his time.

Only one woman’s fragrance didn’t repulse him, didn’t set his teeth on edge. The memory of Emmeline’s light, delicate floral aroma, as natural and intoxicating as a summer breeze, flitted through his mind once more.

Zavian shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying in vain to will away the insistent throbbing in his groin.

He couldn’t afford to think about Emmeline