90. You Felt It, Didn't You?

Conrad’s POV

I asked Jonas to chain Dorian with new shackles, and I watched with resentment.

To think that he dared attack me. He must have really thought that he could take me on. Fortunately, I never went anywhere unprepared.

Once Jonas had secured the chains, we left the room and headed quietly back to my office.

As soon as I got inside, I slammed the door with fury and glared at Jonas, watching him look at me and cringe, his knees getting weaker and trembling under the weight of his body.

I paced around angrily, and I could feel Jonas’ eyes all over me.

No, no. What I saw was probably a hoax. It couldn't be true. There was no way that it was possible.

Suddenly, Jonas interrupted my brooding. His shaky voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"My Prince, w... what happened in there?"

I glared at him. His question made it known to me that he knew exactly what was bothering me.

I didn't answer him and simply turned away, looking into the void in my mind with anger.

“Close the doors an