Chapter 4

A chill, sharp and sudden, slithered down my spine.

Dylan's eyes darted between me and Jack, his glare colder than a December blizzard.

"Ge... General." I forced a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Why are you here?"

"If I hadn't shown up, were you planning to let him waltz right into my house?" Dylan said, each step feeling like he was crushing my soul with every stride.

Jack, for his part, didn't flinch. He dusted off his clothes, stood tall, and switched back to that heroic look. He gave Dylan a respectful nod. "General Harrington. I've heard much…