"I'm her mother. I know everything." She pinned him with an intense stare.
He chuckled softly, though it was not with mirth. "I don't know. She's mad at me right now." Helene nodded, as if she'd already known what he was going to say. He frowned, irritated at the game, and walked back over to the bed. "Any suggestions as to how to make her not mad at me?"
"Ghia has different ideas on love and s*x from those of the rest of our society. She's always been strange that way -- fairly old-fashioned about it, to be frank. She doesn't understand that your tryst with Lares is not indicative of commitment to him, or even your feelings towards either of them."
Jules placed his fists on his hips with some difficulty, fairly mad now. "Helene. There is no. way. you. could. have. known. about myself a
