Roarke noticed there had been quite a clash between the lord and Arkai.
It was subtle. Only someone who had grown up beside the heir would notice. Shorter responses. Tighter jaws. The way Arkai's eyes went cold whenever his father's name came up.
Right after the incident yesterday, the lord had tried to summon Cecilia Araceli. His aide had come personally, which was unusual enough, but apparently the Headmaster had blocked the summon before it could even reach her.
Then the lord tried again.
Roarke had watched Arkai's expression when he heard about it. Something had snapped in those dark eyes. And the moment Arkai learned his father had summoned her, he had immediately decided to follow her north.
Today, when noon hit, the lord's aide appeared at the Athenaeum again. Looking for Cecilia. Twice, two days in a row?
But Cecilia wasn't in the Athenaeum. Neither was Arkai. Which meant Roarke had become the next thing the aide could rely on to find them.
Wonderful.
