"Well done, son. I'll see you tomorrow," Clara said, amusement clear in her tone.
Alaric groaned as he walked away, pulling Violet's boxes with him. His heart plummeted at the look on Nicolette's face, and he clenched his jaw, trying to smother his imagination.
He hated that his mother was really enjoying this.
"I hope you don't mind your husband having another woman around." He heard Clara say, and he didn't have to look back to know she was talking to Nicolette.
He groaned again, hating the mockery, the tease in her tone.
Why the hell was Clara talking as if she hadn't threatened him into letting Violet stay for the night?
He paused, waiting to hear Nicolette counter Clara with her usual sharp response.
"What is it, dear? Anything wrong?" Violet asked him in a honeyed tone.
