REMY’S POV.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked, my voice calm but edged with curiosity, as I watched Jinhai down another glass of liquor.

The bar in my mansion was dimly lit, the amber glow of the overhead lights catching the crystal in his glass as he tilted it back. The faint scent of aged whiskey lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle tang of wood polish from the bar counter.

It was just the two of us now, the faint hum of the city outside muffled by the thick walls of my ...