Chapter 82: Glass of blood

Dried tears that left small hiccups behind settled down as time passed, leaving Vivian quiet in Leo's arms.

"I am sorry," came the whispered voice of Vivian.

"What for?" asked Leonard, guessing so much that the vase wasn't what had broken her down into tears. The way she clutched her hands to her chest made him doubt if she had hurt herself. Taking her hand in his, he ran his thumbs over her palms before looking up to see her eyes that looked.