Cassius strolled back into the room, his expression as composed as ever, though the slight upward tilt of his lips betrayed his amusement. He moved with a calm confidence, as if he already knew what their answers would be.
Kendrick shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his fingers brushing against the edge of the contract. The words on the paper were still swirling in his mind — especially that one particular clause.
"Upon the fulfillment of this contract, answers from twelve years ago will be provided."
That message had been meant for him. No doubt about it.
Cassius wanted him to believe it was just a marriage contract, a ridiculous game for his own amusement. But Kendrick knew better. The man was dangling the truth like a carrot on a stick, and Kendrick had no choice but to play along if he wanted any hope of uncovering what he'd spent years searching for.
But what about her?
