They continued along the corridor, leaving the maid to cast longing glances at Deacon's retreating back. At the end of the long hallway, a small staircase led to the first floor of the house. Raven and Deacon ascended the flight of steps. Raven's irritation burned in his throat as they walked along the landing to Soren and Deveron's bedroom. If the insolent little brat was still lazing in here, Raven would skin him alive.
Raven marched up to the door and pushed it open without knocking. The door swung inwards, and Raven prepared himself to drag Soren out by the scruff of his neck, but the room was empty.
Deveron's books were scattered across the floor. Raven tutted and pushed them aside with his boot, frowning at the stylised art prints that slid out, all fancy brushstrokes and complemen
