Cian disappeared from my sight as he went inside the house making my insides churn with worry.
"Why do you have to do this?" I asked Tristan. "He has barely healed from what was done to him. You have to do more damage?"
He hummed a tune, something I had never heard before but effectively ignored me. he continued to come as his eyes remained on the door before he closed them and slowly stretched his lips into a smile.
"He is not here," Cian spoke as the first thing when he came out of the house in a voice void of his usual annoyance, "He's not in the house. I checked."
"I heard." Tristan directly opened his eyes before beckoning Cian closer. "Hold on to the princess and do not let her go anywhere. I will be coming back."
Again, in the blink of an eye he vanished and I was left with the second son of Sir Walter.
"Cian," I hissed and grabbed onto his arm, "you cannot let him take the prince! He will die!"
