Chapter 607

• “What was that, Harold?” Arthur asked flatly. “Who is that man to you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, and then you tried to start a brawl in the middle of the Royal Meridien.”
• Harold wiped a bead of cold sweat from his upper lip and forced a jagged, breathless laugh.
• “That? That was just… a family matter, Arthur. That man is my son… Tedmond. He’s been away, and he’s clearly forgotten his manners. I was simply trying to… educate him on how a Griffin behaves in public. He’s young, arrogant, and under the influence of that woman.”