"You really want to know?"
Olivian smiled crookedly. It wasn't a warm smile, but rather a thin line full of malice. His gaze never left Trystin's tense face.
Trystin nodded slowly. "You've had me curious since earlier."
"I have two plans," Olivian said casually, as if discussing dinner plans. "But most importantly, I have to keep Moira away from the Quinn family heir. As long as she has their support, we will never be truly safe."
Trystin's brow furrowed. "And me?"
"I need your help."
"Whatever it is, I'll do it," Trystin cut in quickly. Her eyes flashed with anger. "If it's to make Moira disappear, of course I'll do it. For us."
Olivian laughed softly. There was a tremor of satisfaction in her chest. "Come here."
She pulled Trystin's wrist closer. Olivian's lips touched Trysti
