Chapter 30

“Like you ‘didn’t’ with my father?”

Or with Rhys? Or who knows who else?

He savored her brief look of outrage. It made her appear older, less infallible. He could see the lines, the tiny fractures forming on her smooth, ageless face. The realization made her myth more human, like someone able to bleed like the rest.

“Your father and I were in love,” Katherine returned as if his words’ sharpness hadn’t affected her in the slightest.

Ian shifted on his feet, gaze locked on the carpet, unable to bear the smug condescension on her face as she continued.

“An emotion you’ll never understand after a lifetime of debauchery, a cast of thousands. Do you have any sense of boundaries? He’s my son!”

Ian winced, striving to lift his gaze to hers, desperate to defend himself, but she stopped him.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ian. Honestly, do you think you’ll satisfy anything but his curiosity?”