Davina's temper was being tried, and if there was one thing about the Callister's- it was that every one of them had a short fuse. Though Davishire was normally the one under gossip, Davina wasn't without an occasional outburst of her own, but when pathetic, Illi Treyburn threw herself at her with her tears, Davina recoiled back and began to push her away; and it was Davishire who stepped in to catch Illi.
"Are you sure you're not drunk?" Davina said, a bit in a huff, but she tried to keep herself as calm and collected as she could while she smoothed back some of her dark hair and gave a bitter and scrutinizing gaze over the Treyburn girl.
"Davina," her brother growled, baring his teeth at her as he held Illi towards him. "If you've come in here to stick your nose in business where it does not belong, then be off with you. I have no patience for a woman of your kind."
And Davina, taken back by his words, stared at him then down at Illi.
"Yet, you have the patience for her?" And at those words,s he seemed quite amused, especially when Davishire's face went red as wine. "Oh, stop your growling or people will think you truly are a wolf." And though she pouted, Davishire knew better and Illi would have been able to feel all of Davishire's bulky muscles tense as he held her. If he was the type of man to throttle his sister, he surely would! For it seemed no amount of shouting would ever keep Davina in line.
"I won't spell it out, Davina," he growled. "Now you can leave this study now, or I can show you to the door."
Raising both of her brows, a small smile spread across her lips.
"And appear so rude to your own sister infront of a friend?" And Davina was careful in her word choice as her eyes glittered as she peered from Davishire down to Illi in his arms. "Perhaps you should let your temper cool, my dear brother, and I could escort the lady elsewhere, where rumors are less likely to spread? Or have you not realized the pair of you are alone here in the study?" ANd she looked around thoughtfully before glancing over towards Ill, a cat like expression on her face. "Unless that was Miss Treyburn's intentions?"
"Davina! You will leave this study now or so help me, you will be thrown out this very instance!"
"Temper, temper!" his sister said, chastising him with a click of her tongue. And she had only backed up just two steps as she continued to grin at the pair. "And don't be so haughty towards me, I am only thinking about the poor girl's reputation."
And as Davishire was seething mad, he realized, through his rage, Davina had a point. He should not have cornered the poor girl alone.
"I can escort her out myself," he growled, not about to trust his sister with anything.
"And you think that will quell the rumors?"
"No, but I'm sure whatever fiasco you've dug yourself into this evening will outshine the one time Lord Davishire Callister was sharing a quaint conversation with a lady in the Grand Duke's study. I'm sure the war going can't compare either, so why don't you stop making suggestions where they are not wanted and get out of here before-"
"Before you throw me out?" she seemed to tease, a coy grin on her face as she laughed through a closed lipped smile. "Though I suppose it wouldn't do any harm for me to escort you both out of the room...."
"Davina.." And as Davishire growled back at her in protest, poor Illi would feel those muscles shaking with intensity yet again.