Masquerade (1990)
“The chandelier in the room quivered with the force of voices raised in anger. It had begun within seconds after Brodie Donovan was summarily ordered from the premises.
Emil Jardin stood in front of the library table, his silvery head thrown back—not with pride for the young woman who was now before him, but with outrage. His deep-set eyes were not bright with love for his granddaughter who was the delight of his winter years; they were burning black with ire. His hands didn't reach out to strok...e her hair or caress her cheek; they flailed the air in indignation. His voice didn't croon to her in affection, each sentence punctuated with "ma petite" or "ma mignonne"; it lashed out in full Gallic temper.
Adrienne had seen her grandfather angry before, even furious, but never like this, consumed by a rage that purpled his face and made the veins in his neck stand out. She didn't flinch from him. Instead she let her own temper rise to clash with his.
"You could have had the simple courtesy to listen to him!" "Listen to what?MoreLess
Emil Jardin stood in front of the library table, his silvery head thrown back—not with pride for the young woman who was now before him, but with outrage. His deep-set eyes were not bright with love for his granddaughter who was the delight of his winter years; they were burning black with ire. His hands didn't reach out to strok...e her hair or caress her cheek; they flailed the air in indignation. His voice didn't croon to her in affection, each sentence punctuated with "ma petite" or "ma mignonne"; it lashed out in full Gallic temper.
Adrienne had seen her grandfather angry before, even furious, but never like this, consumed by a rage that purpled his face and made the veins in his neck stand out. She didn't flinch from him. Instead she let her own temper rise to clash with his.
"You could have had the simple courtesy to listen to him!" "Listen to what?MoreLess
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