Kieran's POV
I watched in silence as my father marched down the corridor, his long coat sweeping behind him like a cloak of war. Astrid Voss walked beside him, her head slightly bowed in reverence, and a swarm of his guards followed. The air around them remained thick with his fury, heavy and crackling like a storm not yet unleashed. He hadn't even looked back.
I stood by the door for a moment, just breathing and preparing myself for the storm my father was about to unleash
I turned back toward the room and picked up my shirt, pulling it over my head.
I reached for my jacket.
Then I paused.
A scent.
My nostrils flared slightly
A scent, and it was familiar.
I didn't need to turn to know.
"The blonde-haired noble," I said coldly.
There was a pause.
Then a voice corrected, "It's Adrian Vale."
