Vincent was tall with flashing green eyes and a scowl on his scarred face. Even though Violet was petit, looking up at him with matching green eyes and scowl, there was no mistaking they were related.
In fact, the two looked so alike in their anger, if it had been any other time Delaney might have smiled at the similarity.
"It's a mothers job to worry about her children," Violet snapped at him, arms crossed, "And I've heard some very troubling news about what's been happening since the two of you got to Edgewood."
"What's been happening in my home is none of your concern," Vincent moved back from her and crossed to Delaney. He met her gaze before gesturing for her to take her seat on the couch again. To her surprise, he then sat next to her.
Violet glared at the pair but servants came in then carrying trays of snacks and drinks. Delaney took advantage of the distraction to lean closer to Vincent and whisper so Violet wouldn't hear.
