Seeing Ethan and Celeste on the verge of a fallout, Lyla finally spoke up.
"Celeste, he might not be able to join the Ninth Division. He's going to be the heir to the Silverwood family."
Ethan and Celeste turned to her at the same time.
"Are you serious?"
"What heir?"
They both spoke in unison.
"I'm serious, Ethan. I'll explain everything to you later," Lyla replied, addressing both of them at once.
Celeste turned away.
Sitting in the driver's seat, she pulled out a pack of slim cigarettes and lit one up. Taking a slow drag, she exhaled and spoke evenly.
"Lyla, do you even realize what you're doing? You're putting him right in the crosshairs. He could end up dead. You're setting him up for that."
"That's still better than him joining your division and meeting some horrible end," Lyla said calmly.
"The country needs us. We accept that we might not make it back. That's our duty." Celeste's voice turned icy.