Milo had expected this to happen. After all, he was the one who had offered the man this thing in exchange for protection. It was the only thing he could do.
He had no combat skills, no money, and no family. His only value lay in the strange, death-related numbers he saw on people's skin.
He had spent thirteen years as a tool for Nero. He was used to his body and mind belonging to someone else. If the reason he was safe here was because he could predict the end of a man's life, then he would do it.
Compared to the way Nero treated him, this was a much better arrangement. Salvatore spoke to him like a person, even if he was stern.
"I will do anything," Milo said, his voice firm despite the underlying exhaustion.
Salvatore nodded, his sharp gray eyes studying Milo's face. "We'll see if we can really use your ability. I still need more proof. I hope what happened to Ronald wasn't just a coincidence or a lucky guess."
