Kennington House Murder by Beth Byers

Author:Beth Byers [Byers, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07G9PZ9DS
Published: 2018-09-22T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 14

They walked into the house and saw Hargreaves hovering anxiously outside of the parlor. The twins glanced at each other.

“Uh oh. I’ll endeavor to see what is wrong.” Violet handed Hargreaves her coat and walked into the parlor. Her gaze narrowed on the sight before her. Her sister was sitting on a settee and Hugo Danvers had pressed far too close.

As she entered, she could hear him murmur, “Do you remember when we first met?”

Violet watched the two of them who had yet to notice her presence. Isolde shook her head and leaned back. Hugo leaned closer.

“I remember it like it was yesterday,” he murmured. He was speaking like a lover and his tone made Vi ill. As far as Hugo Danvers knew, Isolde had lost her intended and was in mourning. “You hair was flowing down your back, you wore this pale pink dress. You looked like an angel. I’ve always thought of you as an angel.”

“I…” Isolde scooted over a little as Hugo took her hand.

“I know that you were pressured into the alliance with my father.” Hugo said ‘father’ like it was a curse. “I’ll make sure that never happens again.”

Vi’s gaze narrowed on him. Who was he to protect Isolde? No one!

“I…” Isolde’s head was turned so that she could still see Hugo but arched as far away from him as she could be. The angle of her neck had to be painful, but Hugo didn’t seem to notice. Or, perhaps, he did not care. “Please…”

Hugo didn’t listen of her pleading. Violet noted the way Isolde was tugging her hand away from Hugo, but he didn’t seem to notice. There were fingerprints on Isolde’s skin where he was digging in.

“Our condolences on the loss of your father,” Violet told Hugo, announcing her presence.

They both started. Isolde’s expression flashed with relief while Hugo looked as though Violet was very unwelcome. He had yet to learn her capacity for making him unwelcome.

She crossed and took Isolde’s hand, pulling her to her feet. Hugo’s expression was utterly shocked as Violet forced him to scoot back and wrapped her arm around her sister. Vi seated Isolde next to herself on the Chesterfield, with Isolde tucked between her and the side of the sofa.

“I imagine,” Violet continued as though she hadn’t just pulled that maneuver, “that your father’s death was quite the shock.”

“It was, of course. Thank you,” Hugo replied.

The expression on his face declared he’d like to see the last of Violet. It wasn’t Violet, however, that he’d be seeing the last of. He waited and as he did Victor entered the room, took in Violet’s position, the way Isolde was cowering behind her elder sister, and his eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing here?” Victor demanded.

Hugo cleared his throat and adjusted his awkward seat to state, “Just giving Isolde my condolences.”

“Which you’ve done,” Victor said. The indication was clear that Hugo was invited to leave.

Hugo’s head cocked, and he looked quizzical.

Violet could feel Isolde shuddering under her hand. Vi’s furious face told Victor all he needed to know.

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