Victoria leaned down and kissed him... soft and grateful, her lips warm against his... a silent thank you for offering even the possibility of forgiveness for her daughter.
Catherine smiled, watching them both, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
Like the complete breakdown of her own niece had nothing to do with her.
Like she hadn't orchestrated the entire devastating lesson.
She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Alex with an expression that was almost... hopeful.
Expectant.
Like a cat that had just presented its owner with a dead mouse and was waiting for praise.
"So," Catherine said, voice deceptively casual. "Did you like my arrangement?"
The question hung in the air.
Alex stared at her for a moment.
Then he couldn't help it.
He laughed.
And reached up to pat her head gently, affectionately.
"Yes," he said, still grinning. "I enjoyed it very much."
Catherine's smile widened, looking absurdly satisfied.
Victoria's head snapped up.
