Linley returned to Count Wharton’s manor. When he did, he locked himself into his courtyard, forbidding anyone from entering. Although it was Wharton and Nina’s wedding, after learning that Reynolds had died in battle, Wharton knew how his big brother must be feeling right now.
Nobody in the Count’s estate dared to go disturb Linley.
The courtyard door remained firmly shut.
Linley sat at a stone table. There was a single flask of wine and two wine cups on the table. One wine cup was in front of Linley; the other was opposite of him. Only…nobody was sitting opposite of Linley.
Linley poured wine into both of the cups, then raised one of them in a toast.
“Fourth Bro…” Linley stared straight ahead, his gaze seeming to pierce through the walls of reality. His eyes, however, were red. “Have a good journey.”
Raising his head, Linley gulped the entire cup of wine down.
Fourth Bro had died.
Linley simply couldn’t accept this.
