92 Army of Two

 The carriage rumbled back down the road and Delaney sat looking out the window as she was bumped around. She was still angry but slapping Ivy had helped release at least a bit of that anger. If her husband and Lady Michael had not been there she might have slapped her more than once, so enraged from the maid spreading rumors about she and Vincent.

 "Delaney?" Vincent spoke from where he sat opposite of her in the carriage, studying his wife closely.

 She turned to look at him and smiled at his expression. "You're so serious husband. Why are you so serious?"

 "You didn't have to do that," he answered quietly, "You didn't have to defend me. I did those things and she saw them. I'm surprised she hasn't told more people about it."

 "She told lies Vincent. You didn't drag me back to Edgewood that night or lock me in your room. You didn't nearly kill me the night of the storm either."