Lia stood in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear to her own betrayal.
The black dress felt too obvious. The red is too bold. She settled on dark green silk that Caspian had once said brought out her eyes. At least if she was going to gather intelligence for a blackmailer, she could look good doing it.
The thought made her sick.
She sat on the edge of her bed, a dress laid out beside her, and checked her phone. Six PM. Caspian would pick her up in two hours. Two hours to prepare herself for what she had to do tonight. Walk into The Onyx Club. Observe everything. Memorize details. Security systems. Guard positions. Names. Schedules. Everything Victor wanted.
Everything that could get Caspian arrested or killed.
Her hands shook as she started getting ready. Shower. Hair. Ma
