Don heard the tone in his son's voice, and the guilt that was written all over his face. He'd never truly needed to discipline his younger son before, not really, but Guilian had never been able to hide his emotions. He was too much like his mother in that respect.
Don said nothing much, just watching his son's seemingly different demeanour. He was disappointed; had hoped the letter from Cass had been a lie. "So do you want to tell me why, on God's good earth, you've thrown your lot in with the Lestranges?" He sat back, waiting for the answer, his level gaze telling Guilian that nothing short of the truth would be acceptable.