Jagger was still fuming about Khloe’s defiant tone when he reached his mother’s chambers. The female brought too many emotions to the surface. Lust being the leader, followed by possession and heartache.
With a deep breath, he pushed away the dull tightness in his chest before entering the room without knocking. What was the use when the Goddess knew he was coming?
Once inside, he saw her standing in front of the window on the right side of the room. Her long midnight black hair hung loose down her back and encircled her shoulders. She wore a white gown that blended with her porcelain skin, and the perfect contrast with her dark hair.
She turned to face him as he entered the room and frowned. She was annoyed with him. He knew that annoyance all too well. “You were not to make connect with any of them.”
He closed his eyes, holding his irritation in check. “I felt I had no choice.”
“We all have choices, Jag.” She walked to sit in the chair at her dresser.
He moved to window and peered out onto the gardens. Under the dim light of moon multi-colored streamers trailed behind the pixies as they played among the roses. He wondered if Khloe would love to see the gardens. Thinking she might, he decided it would be the first place he would take her in the morning.
The sound of a hair brush touching the dresser a little harder than it should brought his attention back to the Goddess, who was studying him in her mirror. He cleared his head of the little distraction in his bedroom, most likely in his bed…
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