Lucien shot to his feet, his blood roaring in his ears. He stormed forward, shoving past a startled noble who gasped at his audacity. "Where is he?!" Lucien's voice cracked across the courtyard like thunder, raw and desperate.
The nobles fell silent, their eyes darting between Lucien and his father. Whispers rippled through the group, but Lucien didn't care. His gaze was locked on Evan, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles bled anew.
Evan raised a single brow, his expression calm but laced with disdain. "You dare raise your voice here?" he said, his voice smooth and cold, like a blade sliding from its sheath.
"I want Rin," Lucien said, his voice hoarse, trembling with barely contained rage. "Give him back to me."
The nobles muttered among themselves, their whispers sharp and judgmental. Evan raised a hand, and they fell silent instantly. "Excuse us," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
