Frank's POV

“Is there still no sign of her?” Lord Lucian inquired with evident impatience. I remained silent, my stare cast downward.

I could sense his escalating anger and growing frustration with each passing day. He seethed with a thirst for revenge, fuelled by his righteous resentment. And it was my fault that the ambush had occurred; I blamed myself entirely. In my mind, it should have been me lying lifeless instead. I had pledged to protect them, just as my father had done before me.

Our dedication to the Red spanned countless generations, but I, the latest in our lineage, had failed in my duty.

At the time of...