Chapter 98

Sloane felt her cheeks grow warm. She carefully set Jeremy down, brushing her hair back to hide her fluster. Jeremy, on the other hand, puffed his cheeks in disapproval. His sharp little eyes darted between his uncle and aunt. He knew. Uncle Dominic had that look again, the one that made him suspicious. Bad intentions, Jeremy decided with all the righteous judgment a child could muster. Snorting softly, he crossed his arms and made a silent vow not to let his aunt hold him again if Uncle was nearby. Dominic’s gaze lowered, his fingers still tingling faintly. Her hair had been soft, too soft. Like the finest silk gliding through his hand. But the moment had vanished almost as quickly as it came, leaving only a ghost of warmth and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. Sloane, trying to regain her composure, fastened the watch onto her wrist. The cold metal felt strangely comforting. She inhaled slowly. Some things couldn’t be avoided forever. “About the Volkov Banquet…” she began. Her t