Izan froze, his body stiff as his mind raced to process the revelation. Lord Cavin. The name alone sent a surge of anger through him, but the implications of this alliance, Viviana and Cavin, working together, were even more troubling.
The room was silent save for the faint rustle of fabric as Izan's hands curled into fists at his sides. This was more than he had anticipated.
The air in Izan's chambers grew heavy as Martin began recounting the details of his findings.
A flicker of rage sparked in Izan's eyes, though his expression remained unreadable for the moment.
"When Lord Marius returned to the Whittemore estate without his grandson, Lady Viviana was not pleased," Martin began, standing stiffly near the door. His tone was steady, but the tension in the room made his words feel sharp.
"It seems she doesn't want Orion mingling with Lord Elian."
