"I am interested in you solely because of your outstanding talent and sincere heart," Tyler said slowly, his voice deep and heavy.
"Don't ruin your bright future because of your so-called integrity."
When he spoke the final words, his lips curved into a meaningful smile. His tone subtly shifted, as if each syllable carried an invisible hook, probing, tempting, threatening—all at once.
It was not advice.
It was a warning.
Ethan heard it clearly.
For a fleeting instant, a chill flashed through his eyes—cold, sharp, fleeting as frost beneath moonlight. Then, just as quickly, it vanished.
He smiled.
Calm. Polite. Perfect.
"It's an honor to be valued by the commander-in-chief," Ethan said gently.
"But I have little interest in the Palace of the Four Cycles. I hope the commander won't waste his precious time on me."
He cupped his hands, posture relaxed.
