A frown slowly appeared on his face as he fixed his gaze on her without looking anywhere else, his eyes narrowing with a restrained fury that made the air between them heavy and tense.
Silence settled in the air, thick and suffocating, even as Violet looked back at him with an even bigger frown on her face—one directed not at him but at Lady June. She was fully aware of what the woman was up to, the strings she was pulling behind the scene.
But berating her right there and then wasn't going to fix anything, not when Cain stood before her, his jaw clenched, his shoulders stiff, his entire being demanding answers. So she chose instead to speak to him, though it was clear he had a hundred questions in his mind—questions he was yet to ask.
"I left a letter, Cain! I would have explained better when I—" she began, her voice shaking but Cain didn't allow her finish.
