Serena POV
"Any word from the northern search team?" Ragnar asked, not even glancing up from the correspondence spread across his desk.
I stood in the doorway of his office, watching him with growing, concealed irritation. This marked the third time that week he'd asked about the search parties before I even fully entered the room, his attention increasingly consumed by updates regarding that inconvenient Omega's continued whereabouts.
"Nothing new," I said, moving to sit across from his desk with practiced grace even though the fury building steadily beneath my composed exterior. "Kieran mentioned they've narrowed the search toward the eastern mountain range, following some report from a passing merchant."
Ragnar's expression sharpened with immediate interest. "Did the merchant provid
