Luna turned around, clearly reluctant to even look at Andrew, and said flatly, "I can save you once, maybe even twice—but not a third time. To be precise, the only reason I stepped in at all was because you've done favors for the Phelans… and for Marvin.

"But next time? Your life or death will have nothing to do with me. So, here's my advice—tone it down. This is Blumedale, not Jayrodale. You could show off back there, and no one cared, but here? Power and politics clash every second. Dying young might be the only fate you're headed for."

Andrew frowned. "Luna, are you sick or something? Did I ask you to save me?"

That one line did not just offend Luna—it also lit a fire in Chantelle.

"Andrew, what the hell is wrong with you? General Phelan just saved your damn life. You didn't even say thank you, and now you're blaming her? Are you even a man?"

She was speechless, thinking the guy was seriously unbelievable.

Andrew shot her a cold glare. "Shut your mouth. No one asked for