On the path to the summit of The Sovereign Residences, the tall colonel, Xavier Haywood, eldest son and rising star of the Haywoods, casually remarked, "Ms. Phelan, that man back there… Andrew, was it?"

Luna replied, "Yes. That's Andrew Lloyd."

Xavier smirked. "Turns out he's got quite the reputation. Apparently, he's already butted heads with my little brother, Seth. But the real joke? He's somehow pissed off the Goldings enough to earn a blood hunt. It's quite impressive that he's gotten multiple major families going after him in Blumedale."

Luna frowned. "Oh? He's managed to provoke your family too?"

Xavier chuckled. "Surprised me as well. For a nobody from Jayrodale, he's… oddly efficient at making enemies. That's quite a talent!"

Luna's delicate brows drew tighter, her voice laced with icy reproach. "Talent? All I see is a dead man walking."

Xavier's smile darkened. "You sound almost… concerned, Ms. Phelan."

Luna remained indifferent. "Pity is all I feel. Colonel Hay