Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Meanwhile, Shane ventured out in search of Horace, while a servant swiftly entered, bearing a tray laden with tea.

Gesturing wordlessly, Tyrone signaled the servant to place the tray on the table. He scanned the study’s layout briefly, then withdrew his scrutiny.

Shane rapped lightly on Horace’s bedroom door, securing permission before gently pushing it open.

“Sir, Tyrone’s arrived.”

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Horace, now garbed in a pristine suit, meticulously adjusting his collar, asked, “Did he say something?”

A furrow appeared on Shane’s brow as he replied, “I asked him, but all he mentioned was an impending discussion with you. He didn’t mention the subject at hand.”

weathered, Shane, having served Horace through myriad triumphs and tribulations, had mastered the art of maintaining composure

cast in his direction sent an unexpected ripple

the mark of Horace’s lineage,

with your work. I’ll

“Understood.”

deep breath, willing himself to an even keel, before pushing

stood and extended his hand in a composed

Blakely, do

and gave him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known

Tyrone’s composed countenance, Horace surmised the latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of

smile, Horace positioned himself opposite Tyrone,

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