Chapter 39

            I found Rhazian and Saveta in the kitchen seated at the large dining table. Rhazian scowled as Saveta sat curled in the lap of a nearly naked, muscular male, her face buried in his neck. The image was a little jarring, my mate looking the part of a disapproving father, while his daughter lounged in the lap of her much older companion.

            “Good morning, my lady.” Saveta smiled, pulling her face from the man’s neck and licking blood from her lips.

            “I wish you wouldn’t do that at the table.” Rhazian huffed. “Especially in the presence of my human mate.”

            “Where else would I eat my breakfast, father?”