When Argen and Cassiopeia had arrived at Iron's door, Argen had forcefully grabbed Chloe's arm. "Luckily for you, I found you before Cato did," he had said, dragging her back towards the west wing. "We must take you to Aurum's quarters and make sure he doesn't get his hands on you." "What are you doing, father?" Cassiopeia had questioned with furrowed brows, perplexed by his actions. "She's guilty, she told me herself! Shouldn't we take her to Cato?" "No," Argen had growled, his eyes gleaming as he had looked at his daughter. "Chloe is your cousin, Cassie. Regardless of what you think of her, we're going to keep her safe." "What? No," Cassiopeia had clung to his arm. "You said Cato would harm her. That she deserves it." "What I personally think doesn't matter," he had sneered back at h

