Chapter 98

• Kavian’s POV
• “Nonsense!” Father’s voice boomed across the pavilion, catching the torchlight and throwing it back like a challenge. His hand swept toward the women at our sides as if he were unveiling trophies. “I know when something is bothering my boys. Are they to your satisfaction? If not, I’ll fetch you another.” The grin that split his face was all predatory charm and command.
• I forced a laugh that didn’t reach my eyes. “That won’t be necessary, Father.” The women were beautiful, the sort of beauty the camp was built to parade — silk-smooth skin, practiced smiles, bodies taught how to move for pleasure. Even if he could somehow conjure more women whose faces were carved from marble, it wouldn’t change anything. None of them were Rosemary.