Chapter Fourteen
Later that evening, Ristéard watched Ricki from across the room, unable to pull his gaze away from her pale face. She smiled at her father when he reached over and took the empty plate she was holding out of her hands. He had immediately ordered a meal for her, feeling a sense of remorse that he hadn’t thought of it earlier.
A part of him wanted to order everyone out of his office. Everyone, that is, but Ricki. A primitive part of him wanted to be alone with her and he resented having to share her attentions, even with her parents, which confused him even more.
“They are confusing, aren’t they?” Ajaska asked, holding out a glass of liquor.
Ristéard absently nodded as he took the offered drink. Downing it in one swallow, he held it out for more. He ignored Ajaska’s chuc
