Rohan's POV
The Next Morning
I woke up earlier than Syria, silently crawling off the bed to avoid waking her. I opened the door, followed by silence as I clicked it shut. I barely noticed the guards bowing in respect as my feet carried me straight to Fred's quarters.
My elder brother was the only one who could help or find information about that man who almost raped Syria. Thinking about that man made my blood boil, but I could not do much except track where he had disappeared to. It was strange—impossible even—for a man to vanish into thin air.
The guards stiffened as I approached Fred's quarters. They must have sensed my mood because they said nothing, only bowing and stepping aside.
Opening the door without knocking, I found Fred seated at his desk, with glasses on, reviewing a stack of documents. His eyes flicked up, then narrowed the moment he saw me.
"What happened?" he asked, wasting no time.
"Syria was almost raped," I replied without hesitation.
