*BANG*
The older man's rage erupted like a volcano, his hand crashing down on the table with a thunderous boom.
This man was none other than the Blaize Family patriarch, his fiery red hair mirroring the fury in his eyes. He fixed a piercing glare upon Lachlan, his own son, as venom dripped from his words. "You ran away?" he hissed, his voice filled with seething anger. "You fled from that Brinley Fluer? Were you scared of him and that witch Ena?"
Rosalind stood in stunned silence, unsure of what to say. The man's anger seemed misplaced, as if he were blind to the fact that Lachlan had been the victim of an attack.
Shouldn't he be outraged at the ones who framed his son instead? Rosalind blinked, struggling to comprehend the extent of the man's irrational behavior.
