Chapter 301 Silent Supporter

He said he trusted him, but his words carried an edge—half warning, half threat.

Marek caught it, though his expression stayed calm and easy, like he had nothing to hide.

Nyles studied him for a moment before finally lifting his glass and downing the drink in one swallow.

What Nyles didn't notice was the faint curl of Marek's lips, sharper now than before.

He was a Rourke, after all—he would never