"I don't know, but I would know if he was killing on the regular," she shrugged, dropped her wallet inside the end table drawer and moving the lock the door behind Wendy. "Maybe we should speak with him together," she suggested, unconsciously taking Wendy's project and making it into both of theirs. She couldn't not care about the Five the way Wendy did. Her enthusiasm, her dream, it was contagious. Wendy's presence only made her want to kill vampires more, Viola hadn't even know that she could be even more passionate about hunting. Grayson was going to start rolling his eyes again if he met Wendy and heard them speak of hunting. The idea made Viola smile, he hadn't rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm for hunting since Micah.
"Braces are in the garage," she said, indicating for Wendy to follow her. She knew their house was huge for just two people- especially when neither of them were even old enough to legally drink. It made her somewhat self-conscious.