There was no other explanation then a sick madness had overcome Lyney. For someone he had considered a friend had shown him their true colours. There was no reason for you to regard Lyney with hatred in your eyes.

So Lyney devised a plan, he asked Father for permission to deploy some agents, to set up a trap.

Lyney’s gloved hands stroked your hair as you were pinned down, his words affectionate and caring, despite everything.

“You’re safe now…Nobody will hurt you.”