Egon returned a few moments after that, his bronze skin significantly paler than usual.
"He has been taken. The description of the person who reached him fits Claude de Lanark," Egon revealed, his voice heavy with disgust.
Adela closed her eyes and placed a hand on her heart, silently expressing her gratitude to the heavens for her cousin's intervention.
Father is in capable hands, receiving the care he needs...
When she opened her eyes, she was met with his pallid face and dilated eyes. her muscles tensed but she was unable to move, a helpless prey in the presence of a predator.
"You do realize what his plans are, yet you look... appreciative," he spat the final word.
Adela steeled herself then nodded, "I am grateful, and I want to go back now. If you do not wish to take me, then..."
"Not that again, we have already discussed it," he interrupted dismissingly.
