Stefan barely stopped the urge to pound an angry fist on the dining room table, remembering at the very last minute that it wasn’t his to destroy. He was a guest, but he was family, and the line of what he could and could not say kept wavering. “It’s a huge deal that he’s older!”
Somehow the switch back to Romanian managed to cool his anger just a bit and soon he also had his head in his hands. “He’s too old for you,” he insisted. Even if she was the one to initiate it, someone that man’s age had no business with someone as young as Ileana. “It will become about sex,” he reminded her but just as quickly raised his hands. He never wanted to think of her in that context. “What did Esme say about this? Did she know?” Or was she keeping this boyfriend of hers from everyone?