"Your mom," she said, the words barely audible. "She's very beautiful."
"What?"
"And you two seem very... close now." She swallowed hard, forcing herself to continue. "After your private walk."
"Are you... Natalia, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm not suggesting anything," she said, her voice brittle as she remained facing away from him. "I'm going to bed."
"Look at me," Satori said, his tone suddenly commanding
Against her better judgment, Natalia turned. Satori's face had transformed—gone was the confusion, replaced by an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.
He crossed the distance between them in three long strides, backing her against the wall .
"You think I'm trying to seduce my own mother?" His voice was dangerously low. "Is that what you're implying?"
Heat flooded Natalia's cheeks, spreading down her neck, turning her fair skin a mortified shade of pink. "I—"
