The days leading up to the delegation's arrival were not filled with the peace Julian had hoped for. Instead, the manor became a place of hushed whispers and avoided gazes.
Alaric had not taken the violation of the study lightly. He had become a cold, methodical force, moving through the servants' quarters like a winter storm.
Julian found him in the servant's hall, his large frame casting a long, intimidating shadow over the staff. Martha was there, her hands twisting in her apron, her eyes red from the stress of being questioned.
"Lucien, stop," Julian said, his voice firm as he stepped between Alaric and the trembling Nanny.
Alaric turned, his eyes hard and flat.
"Someone walked into your sanctuary, Julian. Someone in this house is eyes and ears for the people who want to take you. I will not have a snake under my roof."
