The Valentine sisters gathered in Vivienne's study after dinner, the air between them charged with unspoken accusations. Harlow lounged on the plush sofa, her legs tucked underneath her, playing with the end of her pink-streaked hair. Cassidy paced like a caged animal, stopping occasionally to glare at her sisters. Sabrina sat cross-legged in an armchair, a book open in her lap though her eyes hadn't moved across the page in minutes. Vivienne stood by the window, her back straight, her finger tapping against the glass as she watched darkness settle over the estate grounds.
"Are we actually going to talk about this?" Cassidy finally snapped, stopping her pacing to face her sisters. "Or are we going to pretend nothing happened?"
"What exactly would you like to discuss?" Vivienne turned from the window, her voice cool and controlled. "The fact that you tried to kiss Isaiah in the library? Or perhaps Harlow giving him a hickey while dressed as a vampire?"
