Cursed

Arthur's gaze darkened slightly. "And how do I do that?"

Adam smiled, tilting his head slightly, studying him like a puzzle he was slowly piecing together. "Tell me, what talent do you have?"

Arthur's expression didn't waver. He had expected this question—it was inevitable. The military had been keeping tabs on him, and now that he was officially within their grasp, they were going to dissect every little detail about him.

He met Adam's gaze evenly. "Luck."

For the first time, Adam's expression cracked, his composed demeanor slipping just slightly. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, the reaction instinctive before he quickly schooled his features back into neutrality. But Arthur had already seen it. That tiny moment of shock.