Harry’s POV
I sat alone at the back of the safehouse, leaning on a wooden chair, a slow smirk forming on my lips. The night was quiet, but my mind was far from it. I had been thinking… watching… and waiting.
“Alright,” I said to myself softly, staring into the dark, “at least I’ve tried enough already.”
Getting Lydia into William’s place wasn’t easy. But I did it. I made her believe she was the one in control. I made her feel powerful. I let her think she had choices.
She had none.
“She probably thinks I’m not watching her,” I muttered, shaking my head. “That’s what makes her foolish. She always thinks she’s smarter than everyone.”
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“But now… now it’s time I start the second part of my plan.”
Lydia had the poison. She had the target.
