Second Hunt [1]

Damian's face instantly hardened, his dark eyebrows knitting together into a stern frown.

He looked down at his sister with a heavy, uncompromising glare.

"Annie, stop this immediately," Damian warned, his tone dropping into a sharp, commanding register.

"Do not ever make such dangerous claims without absolute, undeniable evidence. We are guests residing inside the Lord Viscount's personal castle.

Accusing his senior staff—especially the Head Maid who oversees the entire household—with zero proof will not be tolerated. If those words reach the wrong ears, it could bring ruin upon both of us."

Annie puffed out her cheeks, grumbling under her breath at her brother's harsh lecture.

Knowing she wouldn't win this argument, she pulled the plush blanket over her head, curled into a tight ball on the edge of the large bed, and stubbornly shut her eyes to sleep.

Seeing her fall silent, Damian heaved a long, quiet sigh of relief.