The sound of music still floated from the hall, masking the scuffle. No one noticed him slip away, not even the sturdy guards leaning against the wall, half-asleep.
He climbed the iron wall with careful steps, his eyes scanning even the shadows of the trees. Jumping down the other side, he landed perfectly on his feet. He glanced back at the building before turning forward. There was no time to hesitate. Yet, for a moment, Eiran's bright smile flashed before his eyes. His steps faltered. He turned, as if hearing the child call for him.
However, the thought of the state his own child must be in now stopped him before he could run back inside the mansion. He turned on his heels, rushing into the forest.
Once he reached the field of roses, he pulled out the bottles of perfume and suppressants he used. He prepared a few more. Soon, his heat would become regular. He clenched his jaw, swallowing hard. His heart raced faster with each passing second.
