Lord Ravenswood paused, steepling his fingers, he said, "But I must say… I'm intrigued, Ms. White. What could your cousin and... husband have done to warrant such scrutiny?"
He was curious. No, thrilled and the gleam in his eyes didn't escape Anita. That sick excitement of his made the knot in her stomach twist tighter.
"It doesn't matter now, does it?" she said coolly, one brow arching, despite herself.
In the past, he never asked and she never had to justify herself. With him, everything was transactional: she named her target, he delivered the dirt, and she paid the price. No questions asked.
So why was he digging now?
Lord Ravenswood's eyes glinted with amusement, and a chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Ms. White. This time, it does matter. You see, I've had… dealings with your cousin. Donald White is a man full of secrets. I'm curious which one finally earned your wrath."
