Chapter 97

I returned to the packhouse late in the evening. It seemed as though everyone was holding their breath in anticipation of the next move, such was the obvious tension in the air.

With their eyes full of questions they dared not ask, the warriors stationed outside the doors gave me a short nod.

I understood the silent questions. They were clearly wondering whether I had been any more productive in the search, specifically, whether I had managed to locate Gerald, or had a plan to rescue Anna and Owen.

But I had no responses for them. Not just yet.

The moment I made my way inside, I spotted a figure sitting at the corner of the brightly, yet dimly torched sitting room. Hannah resembled a mere shadow of the woman whom I had always known.

The proud and confident woman’s head was bowed and her ever shining eyes filled with unshakable trust were now tired and bloodshot. But somehow, I managed to not feel sorry for her, the same way one would for a sad situation.

“Landen!” she called out, sta