Vincent did as he was told and kept his head down once he was back. He did not let excitement in at his potential for escape. He knew any change in him, his father would grow suspicious. So he just did what he always did. The day he was going to leave came and something made Vincent feel very off. Concerned and halfway through the day he realized that Octavious was nowhere to be found.
"Damus, where is my father?" Vincent had asked one of the men in his father's pocket.
"Left earlier. Octavious doesn't have to tell us what he is doing." Damus looked at Vincent with an odd glint to his eye. He just knew. Without a word Vincent turned and bolted for the door. He was past the guards before they even realized what happened. He could move faster than most them anyways. His eyes started to burn blue and Vincent already knew he was going to be too late. Somewhere, somehow he'd messed up. How he didn't know, but he had.
