Shaun. The sketchy drawing of a man on the parchment was Shaun. Shaun, to whom Angela is about to be engaged. That Shaun.
"Shaun Ethans. I heard he works for the king of Elyverde or something."
"He does…" Zayden's confusion morphed into a simmering hatred, a burning desire for vengeance. "Now I see…" He scoffed.
"What?" Gabriel asked, raising a brow. "You've seen him, haven't you?"
"I have. Angela's soon-to-be husband." He scoffed at the words. "Henry has never been so intent on Angela marrying anyone before. He knows something." He pointed at the sketch with a fierce glare, his fingers clenched tightly on the table until his uncle placed a calming hand on him.
"Of course he does. Shaun must have threatened him with some secret. Had he ever shown any sign of liking the girl? He must be smitten if he resorted to such methods to enter her life."
Zayden scoffed, then laughed hollowly. "It all makes sense now. It really all makes sense now."
