The morning sky over Virelia was pale gray, veiled by thin mist that signaled winter's approach. Leon Arvenhart sat rigid in his black sedan's back seat, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the armrest.
His gaze fixed straight ahead, expression cold but edged with barely concealed anxiety. Julian hadn't breathed a word about Kael's whereabouts since yesterday afternoon. Still, Leon knew his son well enough to guess where he'd vanished and who he was with.
"Drive," he said curtly, his tone carrying the same authority he used in cabinet meetings.
But before the car could move, hurried footsteps echoed from behind. The nearly closed garage door swung open again, revealing Laura in a casual cream dress, hair perfectly styled, smiling like she was heading to a morning garden party.
