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"Lady Mayfair is in the garden."
Byron turned around to see who answered his call. His eyes still held anger in them; they weren’t the eyes of a nobleman with a temper, but the eyes of a beast ready to strike whoever dared to sneak behind him. Upon seeing Maximilian’s enigmatic face, the Lord remembered that he wasn’t alone in his manor and forced himself to calm down. He held his breath for a moment to keep himself from panting.

"It seems that she, Miss Anna, and Captain MacCraigh were having trouble sleeping. They're all probably still a bit riled from the day’s events."

“Thank you, Sir Uliara.” He faked relief. “The door was locked from inside and my lady was not in the room. “ Byron looked into the man’s eyes with a pleading look on his face and apologized.
“I’m sorry for waking you up like this, but it’s not uncommon for nobles to have their family members kidnapped for ransom. I thought I lost my mind when that occurred to me.”

He sat down on the chair besides the window and lowered his head holding his forehead in his hands like a man that just been through a load of worries. His mind was working double shifts to find a good answer for why the room was locked and still Genevieve found her way into the garden. No one else had a key. The window was open. “She couldn’t!” he screamed inside his mind and lifted his head maddened with rage.
Maximilian’s eyes were fixed on his features and Byron felt a chill down his spine. Not of fear. It was a chill for the inexplicable, the same feeling Emma Chambers sometimes gave him when he bothered to look at her. He despised her eccentric ways and despised her so-called powers. Maximilan had been introduced to him as an entertainer, but the way he looked at him reminded him of Emma’s gaze.
“What..this one thinks he has powers too? Damn the both of them, I don’t have time for this!” Byron stood up and went over to the illusionist to bid him good night. A maid entered the room and bowed in front of them.
“My Lord, something terrible happened. Jared was found lying on the bottom of the stairs in a grave condition. Someone beat him, but he wouldn’t say who it was. There might be burglars in the manor, my lord!” the women gasped and waited for his disposition.
“Go into the garden and find Ms. Mayfair! Tell her to come here immediately!” He changed his mind on sending the illusionist away. For what was about to happen he needed a witness.