Morgan
Arthur suddenly shuddered.
“My Duke? What’s wrong?” Edmund stopped flipping the pages of the document in his hand when he saw his employer frozen on the spot.
“I…” He rubbed his nape. “I felt this sense of impending doom. Like something was about to happen to Charles.”
Suddenly, the door to his office was flung open. By, none other than Ciel. Ciel’s expression could win the award for the grumpiest face a dog could make (If that award even existed) if that was how deep his frown was.
“Don’t you dare say that, Arthur brat.”
Edmund calmly scooted away from the two of them. Even though he wanted to see where this was going, he didn’t want to be trapped by the deadly gaze Ciel threw at Arthur. It’s a wonder how Arthur could stand a deadly glare coming from a mythical beast.
Yet, h
