Willow gave a faint hum of acknowledgment, plucking a stray rose thorn from her finger. "I'm off."
Sylvester watched her walk away, his gaze darkening thoughtfully.
He had to admit, when he first heard that Lucian was defying a high-stakes royal engagement for some woman, he hadn't thought highly of her.
Especially during their first meeting—she was so stunningly beautiful that it completely masked her lethal edge.
Her innocent disguise was so impeccable that he genuinely believed she was just a fragile, naive girl.
Only now did he fully realize the truth. Why would a deviant mastermind like Lucian ever settle for a helpless damsel in distress?
The two of them were equally ruthless, matching each other scheme for scheme.
Lucian orchestrated his traps from the shadows, while Willow played the fool, waiting for her prey to drop their guard before delivering the fatal blow.
They were a match made in hell.
Sylvester withdrew his gaze, fighting the urge to smirk.
It was a relief. Lucian finally had someone who could truly walk by his side.
Meanwhile, Willow ventured deeper into the lush labyrinth.
Along the path, she spotted faint, scattered markings.
Specks of dark, vibrant crimson.
Judging by the texture, it wasn't blood. It looked like the crushed sap of red roses.
Fifty feet further, the trail of sap began to fade, making the direction nearly impossible to track.
Willow took a deep breath, scanning her surroundings.
To her left sat The Garden Utility Shed, typically used by the groundskeepers.
To her right was an artificial rock formation.
If someone was desperately looking for a place to hide, those were the only two options.
Where would Lucian go?
Willow lowered her eyes, recalling the operational schedule of the gardens she had memorized while waiting for Sylvester.

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