Those words immediately snapped Ragnar out of his thoughts and compelled his feet to move faster. What was his brother doing here?
He shoved through the front entrance of the manor, his gaze scanning the entire foyer with keen eyes. There was no sign of Jayran. Behind him, he heard the quick, purposeful steps of someone following. Turning, he saw that it was Casilo.
Casilo had clearly picked up on the urgency in Ragnar's stride and had decided to follow without waiting for an explanation.
Ragnar wasn't surprised that Jayran wasn't in the foyer. He didn't need to stop one of the house staff to ask about his brother's whereabouts. He already knew where to find him.
Jayran had visited the manor enough times to know his way around without assistance. And each time he came, it was the same: no warning, no invitation and no sense of boundaries. This time was no different.
