The security guards escorted them back through the masquerade ball, where the festivities continued unabated.
Kane felt the karmic seal burning hotter with each step—Cyrus was agitated, perhaps even frustrated.
"Any idea what this is about?" Kane whispered to Bob as they were led in different directions.
Bob shook his head, his expression grim beneath his mask. "Nothing good. Father only summons me like this when he's displeased."
The guard directed Kane toward a private lounge area cordoned off from the main ballroom.
Through the glass partition, Kane spotted Cyrus standing rigidly beside Bernard Holloway.
Even behind his elegant black mask, Cyrus's displeasure radiated like heat from a furnace.
As Kane approached, the seal throbbed painfully against his chest. Something had definitely gone wrong.
"Ah, Mr. Ashwood," Bernard said, his voice dripping with false cordiality.
"How kind of you to join us after your... enlightening conversation with my son."
