Sylvester POV

I built Ethan Ward. I gave him my name.

That truth burned in my chest every time he walked through the executive floor like he owned the air itself. I had dragged him out of nothing, molded him, sharpened him, fed him knowledge and power until he became the man the board now worshipped. He was supposed to be grateful. Obedient. Loyal.

Instead, he had grown teeth.

Watching him from the glass walls of my office, I felt the familiar surge of rage coil tight in my gut. He ...