The drawing room was beautifully lit by dozens of candles. Sitting in the center of the room, resting on a luxurious velvet armchair, was an older man. He had thick, silver-white hair and a very sharp, intimidating face that looked exactly like Damon's. He held a cane with a silver handle.
This was Duke Carson.
As soon as Damon and Camilla entered the room, the old Duke looked up. His sharp eyes immediately focused on them.
"You two are finally back," Duke Carson spoke.
His voice was deep, commanding, and echoed loudly in the room. He did not sound angry, but he sounded very strict.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the silver handle of his cane.
"Where did you two go," Duke Carson asked, looking back and forth between them, "that you are coming back by this late hour?"
Damon and Camilla both froze. They had not discussed an excuse. They had not practiced their lie.
