A wolf in sheep’s clothing
The die that Yarpin had rolled to set his murderous plan into motion was now coming back to haunt him, and all he could do was ball his fingers and curse his oversight. Ezra had outwitted him and given him a taste of his own medicine.

Seeing his guest so eager to leave, Lord Sebastian stood up from the table to accompany him to the front door, but Ezra stopped him before he could take another step.

“I’ll accompany our guest to his carriage. You can complete your meal, father,” Ezra said, urging Yarpin to follow him.

Though Yarpin was a cultured man and was known for his refined courtesy, he forgot all about his manners as Ezra’s words kept ringing in his ear. Without even taking Lord Sebastian’s leave, he followed in his son’s footsteps like a frail shadow.

As they reached the front door, the clouds gathered overhead burst at their seams, ushering in the first rains of the season.

“You are playing a dangerous game, young Lord,” Yarpin spoke in a hushed voice.

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