Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1848

In the dimly lit living room, where shadows danced unexpectedly, Colby moved with the ease of someone who didn't need light to find his way. He made it to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water without missing a beat.

"So, what's the deal? Why'd you bring me here?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Alec had slipped in through the backyard, avoiding alarms and prying eyes. It wasn't sheer skill that got him this far; he had Adler's tech wizardry up his sleeve.

"If you've got nothing to say, don't be surprised if I kick you out," Colby remarked, his tone as chilly as the night air.

"Mr. Costello, I want you to mentor me," Alec said, his eyes locked with determination.

do apprentices," Colby replied, his gaze like ice. Even in the gloom, you could feel the frostiness of his

to get stronger," Alec insisted. Since James put him through the wringer at school, he realized he was a rookie among seasoned pros. If he wanted to safeguard those he cared about, he had to

an intense, almost tangible tension. "Why would I trust you to protect my

under the weight of Colby's presence. Alec had heard him speak before, but now he truly grasped the gravity of his aura. It was the kind of menace that only comes from facing down danger time and

growing thicker by the second. Gathering his resolve, he charged at Colby, fist ready. But before he could even

Alec under control. While Alec was still processing what happened, a military knife appeared,

yourself, first try to withstand just one move from me,"

lit a cigarette, and watched its ember flicker in the night. It reminded him of a time long past-twenty years ago, when life was drenched in turmoil. But those days were gone, and neither the blade nor the