Vincent headed for their bedroom and Delaney glanced outside to see if Ian was coming yet. The carriage was still sitting with the door closed. She hesitated, wondering if she would be saying goodbye to her friend now. She wanted to follow Vincent so she would have to find out later.
In their bedroom, she found things were still in a state of disarray from the morning's events. She paused in the doorway picturing the royal soldiers dragging her husband away. Just thinking about it made her breathing come quicker and her heart pound.
"Delaney?"
She jumped and turned to find Vincent sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. She shook her head to clear it of the terrible memories and closed the door behind her. Vincent held out a hand to her so she went to him, taking it and letting him pull her down to the seat next to him.
"Are you alright?" she asked, studying his face and the raised red scars.
