Upon returning to his estate, Quinn was seething with anger. He stormed toward Izabelle's door, his fist raised to knock, but Mia's scornful words echoed in his mind. Gritting his teeth, he hesitated, then let his hand fall. Confronting Izabelle directly, if Mia's accusations were true, would be the wrong move. He needed a better approach.
Clenching his fists, he stepped back and mind-linked his most trusted companion. 'Quietly round up Izabelle's underlings and bring them to the dungeon. Make sure no one notices.' His voice was low, commanding.
