“Is he your mission… or something more?”

The question wasn’t casual. It wasn’t curious. It was a challenge—a loaded gun pointed right between your eyes.

He didn’t ask like he cared. He asked like it was a weapon. “Tell me now.” Kaz’s cane tapped the floor once, sharp and deliberate, echoing in the quiet room. “Before I decide what to do with him.”

A slow, dangerous pause.

“And what to do with you.”

His eyes locked on yours—ice beneath fire. You could almost see the gears turning behind that unreadable mask. Because jealousy wasn’t just a feeling for Kaz Brekker. It was a threat.