"Leo?" Alisha frowned, looking between Devon and Ambrose. "Your nephew? What about him?"
Devon didn't answer. His fists clenched, chest burning with guilt, grief and something else. Suddenly, just when he turned away from the television—
—Loud alarms blasted throughout the Guild HQ. In every suite. Every hallway. Every office. Ambrose covered his ears subconsciously, head swinging to Orion's bedroom door.
Sure enough, the poor kid had the door slightly open, golden eyes peeking curiously. He seemed confused. Scared.
"A red alert." Alisha glanced at the ceiling as the alarms kept blaring. "That means we have a meeting at—"
"I know what it means." Devon strode past her, grabbing a coat from the rack beside the door. He paused, glancing back at Ambrose with a knowing look. "Stay here."
The Guide's mouth parted. He was about to complain about how he didn't get a notification and that he couldn't let Devon go alone.
