The capital, the Nox Manor
It has been two months, two months since the auction. The family had lost a lot of credibility after the resistance took their captives away, but the family still gained a lot from selling the eggs.
Damien had something else on his mind since that night, something that left him restless and unsettled.
He frowned as he head commotion from the doorway. He walked over, wondering who dared cause a scene at his residence. He had been tight wound for a while now and wouldn't mind unleashing his anger and frustration on the fool.
At the foyer of the stairs, he found Kellan and his guards struggling while the butler stood on the side, panciked as he and a maid tried to staunch the bleeding chest of one of the guards lying on the ground.
"What nonsense is this? Why are you in my house, Kellan?" Damien demanded, his voice tinged with suspicion as he eyed the intruder.
