It wasn’t long after that Ardashir left, bidding both of them a good morning.

Casey walked him out, her mind working overdrive.

They couldn’t kill a woman, could they?

Lavinia had lost her composure when Ardashir told them what he wanted.

Ardashir had seemed to preen at the discomfort.

“Well, I will get out of your hair.” Ardashir bowed and winked at her. “Good morning, Miss Casey.”

She merely scowled ...