"It's about Leo." Devon went straight to the point, keeping his voice low. "You're aware he's in Norfolk, right? For his and his fiancée's anniversary."
Magnus' brows arched. "Yes."
Devon's jaw worked.
The man's indifference never ceased to agitate him.
"He's your great-grandson," Devon took a step forward. "Last night you said we should be patient. Now his fate is unclear and you don't seem to be in a hurry to find him."
Surprise flickered past the Guild master's face.
It's been a while since his grandson talked to him like this.
"Devon," the older man sighed. "You're once again letting your emotions cloud your judgement. Leo—"
"No, God damnit!" Devon didn't know when his voice rose, booming through the chamber.
A few Espers still lingering around snapped their heads to him, stunned.
Magnus' sharp eyes narrowed as the S-Rank continued:
