"Where are you going?" Damien squinted at Severine.
Severine's gaze darted behind Damien.
Emmett wore a pleasant smile as he casually conversed with Victor at the far end of the hallway. They were standing too far away, making it impossible to overhear their conversation.
Nonetheless, she could still see their expression with her heightened senses. He must have said something amusing, because Victor burst into laughter, patting the younger man's shoulder.
Severine had to take another look at Victor, as if to confirm this was truly her cold-faced father.
Indeed, both father and son were masters at drawing a ruthless line between business and family.
I should learn that, Severine thought, nearly stumbling over her own feet.
"Whoa," Damien caught her by her elbow.
With them leaning so close, he caught the faint scent of Severine's body wash.
It pleased him, so he inhaled again, as though savoring a slow pull from a cigar.
