My wolf paced the inside of my ribs.
The lighting shifted. Walk around portion. Catherine materialized at my shoulder as if summoned. She pressed her mouth to my ear and smiled for the lens, fingers smoothing a lapel that did not need smoothing.
"Damian." Velvet voice. "Your father is watching the whole stream, darling. Try to be a good boy for me."
"Touch me again," I said, without moving my lips, "and tomorrow's headline will not be the one you want. And in front of my father, you don't call him that name. So pick your performance."
"Jealous?" She laughed, soft and bright for the camera. "I can call you Daddy too, anywhere you like. The necklace was ten million, sweetheart. You earned it."
I loosened a shoulder. Tilted my head. I gave the cameras the exact angle the tabloids buy. Th
