Vivian was behind Marcus when the door opened and Marcus asked the man what he wanted, she would have smacked the dragon on the back of the head, but his voice seemed tense. She poked her head off to the side, so she could make eye contact, "Hello, Father," she offered softly.<br/><br/>Her father had arrived first thing in the evening, just as the sun had gone down. His other business had kept him from coming immediately to kick some sense into the two newly mated idiots. Standing tall, even if shorter than Marcus by a few inches, he was imposing. His black hair was down and hung just below his shoulders, his exotic face pinched, eyes black as night looked through Marcus with anger and resentment plain to see. He looked past Marcus to Vivian, "Hello, daughter," he nodded back, his voice was calmer than his face suggested. "You have some explaining to do, Vivian, and you as well."<br/><br/>Vivian lowered her eyes, a dark stain of a blush across her cheeks, "Father, this is Marcus, my mate. Marcus, this is my father, Corbin."