âYou keep Ronanâs location to yourself, huh? Fine.
Iâll hunt him down.
And heâll face twice the fury.
â
With a dismissive scoff, Nathan turned on his heel.
âLarry,â he commanded without looking back, âcuff Mylo.
He will get a weeklong detention with the Bureau.
â
At once, two soldiers approached, handcuffs gleaming like the scales of justice in their hands.
They yanked Mylo up from the couchâs comfort.
He wrestled against the restraints, his voice a roar of disbelief aimed at Nathan, who was on his way out.
âHave you lost all sense of humanity? I am your kin.
How can you justify sending me off in chains to the Bureau? Where have I erred?â
The chill in Nathanâs gaze could have frozen the sun.
âAiding Ronanâs flight from justice binds you to his fate.
Consider this your own lesson,â he said with an edge sharper than the metal clasping Myloâs wrists.
âI was in the dark about Ronanâs vanishing act this morning, just as much as you,â Mylo retorted, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.
âWhere heâs fled to is as much a mystery to me as it is to you.
â
Nathan, unmoved, replied coolly, âSave your tale for the Bureauâs inspection.
â
He moved with the certainty of a man on the side of righteousness.
But as he turned to leave, Mylo played his ace.
âNathan, the truth about your parentsâ tragedy, the one kept secret all these years-I hold it.
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At that moment, it was clear who Mylo was referring to-the ghosts of Nathanâs past, his own mother and father.
Nathan halted, a statue mid-stride, as Myloâs words wove their way through his thoughts.
Time seemed to hold its breath as he pivoted to face Mylo, bound and determined.
âExplain yourself,â Nathan demanded, his voice echoing in the tense air.
Childhood memories-or the lack thereofâflashed through Nathanâs mind.
He had grown up in Nortonâs care, with only a single photograph to connect him to the parents heâd never known.
Norton had always maintained they were claimed by the same cruel twist of fate.
Mylo saw the hesitation, the crack in Nathanâs resolve.
âFree me,â he insisted, trying to make a bargain, a glint of hope in his eye, âand I will spill the secrets I carry.
â
Their gazes locked, a silent battle of wills.
Nathanâs eyes, sharp as cut glass, gave nothing away.
Suspicion hung heavy between them.
Finally, Nathan broke the silence.
âShow your hand, then.
Letâs see the game youâre playing.
â
He strode back to where they began, and with a gesture, he ordered Larry to release Mylo and clear the villa of all except the trusted soldiers.
The servants found themselves herded into the garden, guarded to prevent prying ears.