Lydia’s POV
I tapped my fingers against the table, my mind spinning with ideas. A slow smirk spread across my lips as I turned to Marcus.
"You know," I said, tilting my head, "I might be of help with this. Harry used to be close to me back then, before everyone thought he was dead."
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "And?"
I leaned forward, my voice dropping into a whisper. "If I pretend to be close to him again, he might let his guard down. From there, we can manipulate him further, push him towards the edge until he’s ready to kill Dominic without hesitation."
Marcus’s eyes gleamed with interest. "That’s risky. What if he doesn’t trust you?"
I let out a short laugh. "Oh, he will. You see, Harry always had a soft spot for me. Back then, he thought I was on his side. If I play my cards right
