The Man Behind the Silence
"Damn this idiot! Always causing trouble!" Shawn's voice was low, but the anger in it was anything but quiet. His jaw was tight, the muscle along it visibly flexing as he rode forward, his grip on the reins just a little too firm. The wind brushed past his face as his men followed closely behind, the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoing against the road that led toward the southern exit.
Behind him, tied securely across the saddle, Albion's unconscious body swayed slightly with the movement of the horse. Even now, even after everything, Shawn's eyes flickered back once—just once—before returning forward.
There was frustration there.
And something heavier beneath it.
You never know when to stop…
He exhaled slowly, forcing his thoughts into order. This wasn't the time to dwell on his brother's recklessness. There were still responsibilities—things that needed his attention.
The southern exit came into view.
And the moment he saw it—
