Chapter 117: The Duke’s Resolve

The grand dining hall of the Duke’s estate was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air earlier. The sun streamed through tall, arched windows, casting a warm glow on the intricately carved wood paneling and the long table set for lunch. A row of servants moved about silently, setting down trays of freshly prepared dishes, their movements precise and practiced. The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and aromatic herbs filled the room, momentarily lifting the weight that hung over their heads.

Kerrigan, seated beside Conor, glanced around the table. Reilynn stood discreetly at her back, her stance relaxed yet alert, while Sorcha, ever the vigilant dragoon, had taken her place behind Conor’s chair. Sorcha’s eyes missed nothing, scanning every entrance, every shadow, as if danger could lurk behind every draped curtain. Parker was present too, keeping to the side, but allowing Sorcha the space she needed to integrate into the team.

The Duke of Targu sat at the head of the