Nyx was a woman of control. Never once had she been bested or outed, not even embarrassed. She was good at what she did. It's why her father had to go sooner than later, she didn't want him there. It just so happened you fell into her trap. Her guard dog, Snake or Octavia, had caught you lurking around. You now sat tied in her chair with the heir glaring down at you from her desk.

"You have information. Talk before I make you."