Delaney put down her silver knife. She looked up at her weeping aunt. She widened her hazel eyes, forcing a look of deep, innocent confusion and profound hurt onto her face.
"What are his crimes, Aunt?" Delaney spoke, her voice soft and trembling slightly, completely feigning ignorance. "Why would the King's guards just take him away? Uncle Cole is a good man. What did he do?"
The innocent, sweet question acted like a lit match dropped into a barrel of gunpowder.
Eunice's sorrow instantly vanished, entirely replaced by a wild, blinding, explosive rage.
Eunice snapped her head toward Delaney. She glared at her niece with eyes full of pure, burning hatred. Her face twisted into an ugly, furious snarl.
"You!!!!" Eunice shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Without a single second of hesitation, Eunice grabbed her crystal water glass from the table. She threw her arm forward violently. She poured the entire glass of freezing cold water directly onto Delaney.
