Miko's lips curled into a sly smile. As he continued speaking, his voice weaving between taunts and cryptic warnings.
"You should let go of the past already. Look at you—your whole maiden act is slipping. Let's just end this here. Who knows? Maybe today's meeting is about me becoming a general."
Hisame's eyes narrowed. "There can only be six generals, and as far as I know, no one has stepped down or died."
Miko's smirk didn't waver. If anything, it deepened.
"Maybe they're looking to replace someone. The weakest, perhaps?"
He didn't say her name, but he didn't have to. His expression said it all.
That smug grin on his face made her want to rip his mouth right off.
Her claws twitched at her sides, itching to carve that arrogance away—piece by piece.
No wonder he was stirring up trouble—this wasn't just a petty rivalry. He was trying to undermine her.
