"Adelaide," Egon made an attempt to interject.
"Don't!" She stopped him. "He had no entitlement to invade her mind and manipulate it, just as you had no right to do it to me—even if you didn't mean to."
"Perhaps we should give our son a chance to explain himself," he said in a grave tone.
As her chest heaved, her eyes met Egon's steely gaze with the world around her becoming red. It was only then did she realize that she had completely sabotaged what her husband was trying to do. Now Noctavian must know that his parents were bluffing and that they were hearing the story of the little wolf's disappearance from him for the first time.
She couldn't care less about it.
"I am leaving." She shrugged out of Egon's hand, turned on her heel, and was about to run. Then she glared up at her son when he intercepted her way, stopping her with both of his hands resting on her shoulders.
"Move, Noctavian. I don't wish to hear the rest of it."
