The von Jaunez estate stood heavy against the misted evening, its dark stone walls and sweeping gardens lit by the subtle pulse of Ether lanterns lining the perimeter. It wasn't a welcoming sight tonight.
It was a fortress.
Charles von Jaunez stood on the front steps, his coat half unbuttoned, one gloved hand tightening at his side. He didn't bother admiring the house he had grown up in. He had no fondness left for it—not anymore. He had returned to the manor only for Gabriel, only to make sure that he was safe from Lucius and Eloween.
The heavy oaken doors opened under the weight of his knock, a senior servant bowing stiffly.
"Lord Charles," the man greeted, stepping aside.
Charles didn't waste time. His boots echoed sharply against the polished floors as he crossed the threshold.
He was not here for a family reunion.
He was here for Linnea.
