The car was just pulling away from the courthouse steps when Ciel's sharp eyes caught something, or rather, someone, standing among the crowd.

Devian.

He wasn’t part of the press or the curious onlookers.

No, he stood apart, closer to the shadows of the courthouse pillars, dressed in a sharp black suit that did nothing to conceal the bitterness carved across his face.

His hands were clenched tightly at his sides, his jaw stiff, his entire body radiating something dark and poisonous.

Ciel’s body tensed immediately.

From the corner of his eye, he watched as Devian's gaze locked onto Roxanne, not on the chaos surrounding her, not on the flashing...