"This is bad!"
Hugo stared at Elizabeth's back as she stomped away. His eyes glossed over her and then to Silas, who was conversing with Tomas. Tomas had his hands behind his back, walking beside Azazel as if they were on a trip.
The longer Hugo stared at their retreating figures, the misplaced innocence in his eyes faded ever so slowly, replaced by darkness.
The next second, he felt Ivo's presence. The latter was catching up to his breathing as if he ran a mile.
Ivo took a deep breath before his report came out of his mouth, along with his deep exhaled. "Your Grace, Princess Sally is safe."
As soon as those words left Ivo's lips, his knees could not help but tremble at the aura that suddenly exploded out from Hugo's calm shell. Even though Ivo was already used to Hugo's presence and had served him for a long time, this aura the grand duke was emanating was something he never felt before.
