"I see."

If they lived together, then Vianca could see how he might have been, as they said, "roped into it." The red of her gaze flicked near the stage for a moment, where the nicely dressed blonde was currently discussing something of some kind with someone. Vianca's lips pressed together slightly into a nervous crease the longer she watched him.

"So you are also untrusting of him?" She found herself asking as she glanced back at Blake.