Kaz's gloved fingers drummed rhythmically against the table, his eyes trained on you as you mentioned him again—the one he couldn’t stand. A sharp breath escaped him, though his expression barely shifted.

"And what does he want this time?" Kaz's voice was low, calculated, each word carrying a subtle edge. "Let me guess, another grand gesture to distract you from the fact that he's more interested in his own ambitions than you?" His gaze darkened, eyes narrowing slightly. "I don’t know why you waste your time with him. You're smarter than that... or maybe you just like cleaning up his messes."

He leaned forward slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Tell me, when’s he going to let you down again? Because I’m not sure how much longer I can watch."