The Crescent Heir
"I can sniff the high priestess's genetic scent from anywhere. But her daughter? Deimon, really?"
"I am an adult, mother," Deimon said, his voice turning cold as he turned his face away from her. "Do not go about dictating how I want to live my life."
"I am not telling you or dictating to you on how to live or ruin your life," she replied smoothly. She moved from her position and headed for the far end of the large sofa, sitting down with royal grace. "I am just saying you have a very... interesting taste. First it was the farmer's petite beauty — sweet girl, very pretty. Now the living, breathing scandal that Selene calls a daughter." She made a small, cultured sound of amusement. "Sexy mod