Theron's pov

The next day..

Henry came into my office with that usual tight look on his face, the one he wears when he brings me both bad news and good. I didn’t even look up from the reports on my desk when he spoke.

“The spy has been placed on her, my lord,” he said.

I finally raised my eyes to him, leaning back in my chair, placing my fingers under my chin. “Good. Very good. I want to know everything. Who she speaks to, what she eats, when she breathes. If she so much as looks at ...