Once it had meant that he was refusing to eat broccoli or that he didn’t want to wear a particular color shirt. In recent weeks, however, it’d come to mean certain disregard of some long-standing principle or the wise advice of his elders.
Such a frustration when he’d rarely refused to heed his father’s authority before. Or, for that matter, anyone else’s. Yet almost overnight, his attitude, his goals, his outlook on everything had undergone a startling change. And who knew whether his decisions would be a change for Good or for Evil!
It appeared to be destined for Evil.
“No, Dyana,” Stephan returned softly, his arm nestling more possessively about Thomasyna’s waist. “I mean the first of September!”
Dyana, her mother, and her aunts gave audible gasps of disbelief and/or outrage. So did
