Jonathan's POV
The blood moon rises only once every few years.
Tonight marks one of those rare occasions when any vow spoken beneath its crimson glow transforms into an unbreakable bond, sealed by death itself should it be violated.
Fate has twisted against me, delivering this lunar event precisely when I need it least. Pledging my unwavering allegiance to Calvert for the next several years, promising to carry out his every command without question, feels like tightening a rope around my own throat.
But what choice do I have? I have hunted down every man who might possess even a fragment of information about my brother's whereabouts. I have broken bones, spilled blood, extracted confessions through methods that would haunt lesser men. All of it meaningless. No one knows where he has taken her. Where my Savannah has disappeared.
Everyone except Calvert.
