Lyssandra.
“It was no one of consequence,” I replied quickly, my posture rigid as I threw him back the same smugness he wore like a shield.
“It could not possibly have been no one, Lyssandra,” he said, and he closed the distance with that lazy, infuriating swagger. “Tell me, did he come for his payment? Was he one of your pathetic little flunkies, huh? People like that always come for their payment eventually. They are greedier than royalty sometimes.”
“My patience for your mockery is limited,” I said with a tight smile because the man had a way of prying at the very place I kept my secrets. “But I suspect you are only here to gossip.”
“You were always the one playing chess while everyone else played checkers,” he said, his words half-compliment and half-knife. “Manipulative since we w
