Without sparing a glance at the untouched breakfast on his tray, Vyan stormed out of his quarters right after manifesting some appropriate clothes on himself.
The gnawing worry in his chest left no room for appetite or desire to do his usual morning training. He moved swiftly, each step rushed in a way that sent servants scurrying out of his path.
His destination was clear: House Magnus.
Clyde had been dealing with family issues for a while now and that's why he often visited his home these days, so if anybody knew anything, it should be his father, Lincoln, and stepmother, Clara. And if they didn't, they were going to learn the hard way what it meant to cross Vyan.
The ride to the Magnus estate was too tense, Adam galloping as if he too felt the urgency in Vyan's command. By the time he arrived, the estate's gates were flung open hastily by startled guards who barely had time to salute.
