The first person that crossed Zayden's mind when all his servants reported that they couldn't find Eiran in the mansion was Duke Danman. After all, at the moment, he was the only person who could want to harm him, even if by using a child.
He slammed his fist against the wall.
"Fuck!" he cursed, fuming with rage. Then, a thought crossed his mind—the knight in the dungeon!
If only he spills some dirt on him, I can handle the rest…
Quickly, he turned, only to bump into Ren. He hadn't noticed him at all. The servant had returned to his usual self, quiet and almost invisible, following him like a shadow.
"After telling me how much you care about Eiran, didn't you go search for him?"
Ren looked up at him, eyes strained. The precious sleepless nights had left them burning, and the crying had only puffed them further.
"My Lord, I heard that a servant was killed after I left."
Zayden narrowed his eyes. How did he know?
