Lydia's POV
2 years ago . . .
I wanted to hit something.
Or someone.
I glared down at the papers in front of me. The proof. Even I hadn't wanted to believe it. But there it was. Right in front of me. I'd gone over everything a hundred times already. At least, it felt like I had.
No matter though, a traitor, I could deal with.
There were so many different ways after all. All the ones that came to mind were slow and painful. For now, I'd use him. Feed him information to pass on. Use him as my pawn in this game being played.
I'd also, continue to play up the part of the villain.
I glanced briefly down at the watch on my wrist. A gift from my father, many years ago. It had many different useful features beyond telling time. The one and only reason I'd kept it, however, was because it w
