Mischievous and cunning sparkles once again danced in her eyes, followed by a short chuckle in her deep, melodious voice. She lightly shook her head to rid her face of a strand of her black, glossy hair.
"I hope you will be much more relaxed when you speak with him."
With her left hand, clad in a black glove adorned with golden inductive pads on the fingertips, she gently caressed his face.
"Just promise me you will not provoke Salvatore, will you? My father is far more dangerous than I am - and as my biological parent, he is naturally suspicious of you. You will be the same when Ciara reaches an age where she starts showing interest in other men and inevitably brings one of them home."
