The Assassin

He recalled Adeline's offer... Time to make a choice.

Seeing his son leave, the Duke banged his fist against the table. He took a quick breath to calm down. He would never let Everett find out the truth.

He couldn't afford for the pawn he'd carefully positioned to question him, let alone turn against him.

Against his better judgement, he prepared to meet the assassin with whom he entrusted the taste of tying up loose ends. He wanted to make sure that there was no evidence of the crime they committed.

But, his main objective was to make sure this man would never speak... The Duke had never killed a man himself, but how difficult could it be to silence someone who had outlived their usefulness? He knew his son, he knew how he loved his mother.

He knew that he would go looking for anything related to his mother, and he could not have that. This secret would be dying with him.

He didn't know that every move of his was being observed by Adeline.