Yenik was dragged away without mercy, his protests swallowed by the hall as the guards hauled him out. He didn't even get the chance to struggle. Any pride he once had was stripped clean the moment his feet left the floor.
Lincy ran after them at first. I couldn't tell if it was leftover attachment or simple refusal to accept what had happened. She shouted his name once, then stopped short.
The sting on her cheek must have finally done its job.
Reality hit her all at once.
This wasn't the Ashbourne home. This wasn't a place where tears worked or tantrums were indulged. And Lewis was nothing like Grant. He didn't soften his stance. He didn't hesitate. If anything, it felt like he had been watching, waiting, allowing the situation to ripen until it was impossible to ignore.
And now, he moved.
Even Grant stayed silent. Not wanting to step on any more toes
That alone said everything.
