Back to Riva, Ryan dragged Jason to the stable after he was done cleaning every trace of the faeries being there.
The handkerchief should not be there for the sake of being, but they just wrapped everything, leaving there with no clue. His father told them that the whole thing sounded fishy. Why would a fae come and shelter here? How could those beasts infiltrate the faeries' land?
"Liege, why are we going to the Barson? Please spare Maxwell!"
Jason studied his intention. He shouldn't have told him about what Barbara said about the feast because now he was as if a fireball that could burn everywhere.
"It is not just about the snow feast. Bring the horses, I am telling you what he had done."
Jason nodded but doubted if it was a good idea to leave Riva mansion after recent troubles. He took out the horses while pouting as the malice thought expanded in his head.
