He whirled around to leave, but Sir Melchior's voice cut in.
"Sylene. Come here."
Sir Melchior waved his hand, and all three subordinates bowed before exiting.
Each of them glanced at Sylene with a judgmental look on their way out.
Sylene wilted inside. He really shouldn't have disturbed him…
"Sir…" He stepped forward before he even realized it, almost forgetting why he'd come. Sir Melchior set his papers aside, his calm gaze lifting to meet him.
"I… um." Sylene swallowed. "Can I visit Forchel? To see my… grandma?"
Alden lounged on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, idly observing the exchange.
"Forchel?" Melchior echoed softly. Sylene nodded repeatedly. The vampire clearly remembered that this boy lived with the white fox—and that the white fox had an old head maid who had practically adopted him after she retire.
