The carriage wheels hadn't even come to a full stop before Bruce pushed the door open and practically launched himself out.
He landed with a deep breath and a hand pressed to his chest, looking like a soldier who had just escaped a battlefield.
"Sweet mercy. I thought one of them was going to strangle the other. Or me."
He muttered under his breath.
Kyle stepped out next, composed as always, his sharp gaze sweeping across the familiar gates of Armstrong territory.
Before he could say a word, Bernard, the Armstrong estate's ever-efficient butler, appeared with a respectful bow.
"Young Master Kyle, His Grace the Duke wishes for you to report to him immediately. He requests your presence before anything else."
Bernard said with a nod
Kyle nodded without hesitation.
"Of course. Please make sure my guest and companions are comfortable until I return."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Silvy's posture straightened, her eyes gleaming with victory.
