On the second floor in Howard's mansion, Roland sat on a long bench by the corner, hands clasped together with his face bowing to the floor.
A lot was on his mind, precisely the attack the guards said was launched at Howard last night.
Why would they mention Nyx's nickname? Why would she even intervene in the first place? None of it made any sense.
Curiosity piqued in his senses. He clenched his jaws, heart bubbling, desperate to find out what really happened.
While still drenched in thoughts, the sounds of footsteps approaching cut through the atmosphere.
Roland lifted his gaze towards the stairs.
“Roland Smith,” Taylor’s voice sounded. Following behind her was Zoey, both approaching with quick strides.
A smile lit Taylor’s face as she closed in, halting in front of Roland.
“Yo
