Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1859

"So tell me, what exactly was your relationship with Hunter?" Andrew asked.

Eric replied flatly, "We grew up together. We trained together. We were inseparable and willing to die for each other. So tell me… What kind of relationship do you think that is?"

Andrew widened his eyes in mock horror. "Whoa, you and Hunter were that close? Was he a guy or a girl?"

Eric's mouth twitched. "He was a guy. So what?"

Andrew clicked his tongue. "A guy, huh? Then that makes things a little risky. Don't tell me you were already in love with him when you were just kids. Eric, you're a guy, too. You know relationships like that are not exactly encouraged, right?"

Eric's rage exploded. He suddenly flipped the dagger in his hand and pressed the blade to Andrew's throat.

Andrew smiled cheerfully as if he did not have a care in the world. He just stared back at Eric with complete fearlessness.

Eric gritted his teeth. "Keep pushing me, Andrew. Next time, I might not hold back."

Andrew chuckled. "So, I hit the nail on the head! You and Hunter grew up together. It should've been solid brotherly bonds, but one of you secretly developed romantic feelings. To quote the famous writer: 'I took you for a brother, but you wanted to bend me over,' right?"

Eric's face twitched, but he said nothing.

Alex and the other martial king exchanged strange looks but wisely kept their mouths shut.

Everyone who knew Eric was aware that he was an odd one. His martial talent was insane, but he was distant and withdrawn, never social, never talkative. He always followed Jerome like a loyal shadow, quiet and obedient.

Over time, the rumors began, and people wondered about Eric's orientation. His fighting technique leaned toward the dark and feminine, and there was always a strange aura around him.

In fact, within Goldridge's more "colorful circles", some of the more flamboyant folk had already labeled Eric as a dreamboat, a top-tier "catch" material.

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