"Leopold," Andreas cautioned, placing a hand on the heaving chests of both men, while Bastian was already pulling his uncle backward. "The events of that night were very unfortunate, and it was only natural for misunderstandings to surface," Andreas said in a monotonous tone, "Let it be water under the bridge,"
The fury that roared behind Leopold's hazel eyes abruptly subsided. He gazed quietly into Arkin's corresponding hazel eyes. The knight's senses remained on high alert, yet his demeanor had become placid after witnessing how distressed Adela was by his intervention. All that concerned him was that he stood by her side.
It was with the utmost interest that the Crown Prince caught Andreas's eyes, brushing over the rooftop where the hidden assassins were for a second before settling on Egon's face. The exchange between the two targets was mindboggling.