“Father, I don’t think the Gordons clan has any intention of working with us in the upcoming war. Garrick Gordons completely shut me down, giving me the ridiculous excuse that if I wanted to ally with their clan, I’d have to seek permission from that brat of theirs! What blatant disrespect,” the Lanzt patriarch exclaimed as he stormed into his father’s yard, where Bailey Lanzt was teaching Bryan and Sheila.
“Calm yourself down and explain exactly what happened at the Gordons,” Bailey said, his tone steady, but before the patriarch could respond, Bryan interjected, curiosity lighting up his face.
“Wait, by ‘brat,’ do you mean Alec Gordons?” Bryan asked, his expression betraying both surprise and intrigue.
“Yes, that’s who I mean. Why? Is there a problem?” his father replied, raising a brow at Bryan’s reaction.
“No problem,” Bryan said quickly, his tone shifting to something more calculating.