"Your grace" the physician stared at the grand duke as if he was looking at the ghost. His pale face and dark sunken eyes. He looked so gaunt and pale. "What happened to him?" he felt the question was absurd from his mouth and he hurriedly bent to check his vitals.
Cotlin had a torn shirt wrapped around his chest and arms that was stained red. But when the physician looked at him, Cotlin shook his head and eyed Grand duke.
It was only half an hour later when Damien and Eve came running toward the room. They were stunned to see the weary condition of the lord of the house. Damien's eyes darkened at once.
"So this was how the Devinshire were making sure that he improves in his health and lives a peaceful life." the veins in his hands bulged and his face looked so dark and ferocious that the servants took a step back instinctively.
Cotlin was no better. His eyes filled with killing intent.