[A day ago]
Reid and Fiona sat together in the main hall, quietly sipping tea.
Fiona leaned against her husband's shoulder, seeking comfort. It had been an exhausting day—one that had left them both shaken.
They had seen their child nearly die before their eyes.
For Fiona, that image would not fade anytime soon.
"I'm sorry, dear," Reid said softly, breaking the silence. "I always boast about protecting my family, yet I failed to do so."
Fiona shook her head. "That's not true, darling. If not for you, many others would have died. And as for what Damien did… he has your blood. What else could we expect from him?"
Reid looked at her warmly. "It's comforting that my wife isn't disappointed in me," he murmured. "But still, I feel guilty for what happened."
His gaze hardened. "I let danger creep up on us—to the point where we felt cornered. That has never happened before, and I'll make sure it never happens again."
Fiona lowered her gaze, then sighed and snuggled closer to him.