The Harrington Downfall

The Harrington family's front door swung wide open, letting the winter wind rush in. Lachlan stood framed in the entrance, his coat snapping at his sides, hair whipping wildly in the gusts.

The refined elegance he usually displayed was nowhere to be seen. His eyes now held nothing but bleak, steely coldness.

At that moment, Warren fully realized just how his overconfidence had utterly doomed him.