Chapter 215 Tatjana's Mistake

• The Don looked at his Woman.
• When he strode into the nursery, she had been walking to and fro, in that gliding way she had, her hips moving sensuously, her hair tumbling down her back as she hummed softly. One of the maids who generally slept in the nursery had been sitting quietly, watching Proserpina, an expression of adoration on her face. Lucien Delano had halted in the doorway, observing his Woman.
• The one person he could not think of living apart from today.