Ravensblood Forest olive branch

There was a call, one that the Vicera vaguely recognized. She responded a bit later than she meant to, and by the time she arrived, Vagabond was already speaking with the male. Upon seeing Bartholomew, Violante slowed and her eyes narrowed slightly. She caught the tail end of his words, and pushed forward.

"Why do you owe an apology?" She came to stand beside her mate.