Summary
I confessed, but only after a drink gave me the nerve I lacked while sober. “I like you,” I said. He asked why, and I replied, “I just like everything about you.” His response was puzzled. Something felt off—his voice was deeper, his build different, even his hair under the moonlight. I realized with a shock: it wasn’t who I thought. It was Duke Cabel Willard, the infamous “Grim Reaper” of the battlefield. “Call me Cabel,” he said, his stern lips curving into a smile. I knew if he discovered my mistake, it could cost me everything.