CYPRIEN'S POV
Two years had passed, yet I was no closer to finding either of the two women I had sworn to find.
It should have ground down my determination. Instead, it had only sharpened it.
I kept moving, kept searching, kept chasing every lead until nothing remained but dead ends, dust, and frustration.
Dorothea's granddaughter had vanished as though the earth itself had swallowed her whole.
I had gone to Oakspire myself. The visit had not been diplomatic.
When the Alpha refused to answer my questions, I beat the truth out of him.
Only after he lay bleeding across the floor of his own study did he admit that Fiona no longer served in his household. She had been transferred to another noble family.
Which family, however, he claimed not to know.
Whether that was the truth or anot
