Hadyn wasn't really doing much, it seemed. Walking from Club castle to Heart Castle to help Blythe with some last minute projects and contemplating his future cooking lessons when something caught his eye and he had to stop.

Perhaps it was a bit ridiculous that the sight of David still froze him in his steps, and twisted is gut tightly. The man might not have killed his father, but the stories his mother had told him endlessly had never quite been erased. Not yet.

"David," he said in a half-whisper, half-shocked voice.