"Clyde!" Althea called after him, catching up as he stopped halfway down the corridor. "What was that about? Why did you storm out like that?" she pressed, searching his face.
Clyde huffed, avoiding her gaze, the frustration simmering beneath. "I was about to suggest something so bad I figured I would save us all the trouble and make a dramatic exit."
Althea raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Let me guess—you were going to tell Vyan to drop the whole revenge thing?"
"Not exactly," he admitted sheepishly. "I was going to suggest he, uh, kidnap Prince Easton and run off somewhere remote. You know, nice and peaceful."
She rolled her eyes. "Which is pretty much the same thing as asking him to give up, Clyde."
"I know," Clyde muttered.
"Clyde, don't you see how important all of this is to Vyan?" Althea asked, her voice softening.
