*VICKY*

My eyes went wide. I felt a tremble shoot through to my hands and placed them in my lap to hide my fear. "You want me to kill Baden?"

Lord Tybrius fell back into his seat. "Can you?” he asked, still eyeing me. “He's an old friend of yours, after all. An old subordinate."

I now knew where this was going. The others thought I was called here on accords of the photo in the news. But Lord Tybrius knew otherwise: I was here on business.

“Won’t that entice a ...