Standing up, I cast a final gaze upon Elliot's lifeless form, etching his face into my memory.

Then, with resolute determination, I turned and stepped out of the cabin, my path set before me. I didn’t look back nor glance at Cassidy’s face one more time.

I wouldn't let my weakness take over me this time.

The Rogues would pay for their crimes and I would ensure that no more lives were lost in their wake. Except for them.

The journey ahead would be arduous, but I would face it head-on, guided by the memory of a man—a family—I failed to protect, vowing to become the guardian he deserved. ‘Cassidy,...