"Young master," Sophia started, her voice as cold as ice, "She showed up here tonight on her own. She wanted to pick stars. No one made her. It's a dark night, the paths are slippery, and it's a steep mountain. No one will point fingers at us if she slips and dies."

Tyler's eyes narrowed, an idea forming. "You want to kill her?" Tyler stroked his chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to Vivian's face. He hadn't slept with her yet and was reluctant to let her go.

He thought for a ...