Her innocent face turned back into a mask of ice. The friendly noble lady vanished, and the Black Widow returned to demand answers.
Camilla nodded her head slowly.
"That's right," Camilla agreed softly, her voice dropping into a low, freezing whisper. "You wouldn't dare."
She leaned slightly forward on her velvet seat. She glared into their terrified eyes.
"Who sent you?" Camilla asked. The question was simple, but it carried a deadly demand.
The two thugs swallowed hard. Their throats were dry. They did not hesitate to spill the entire truth. They knew lying to her meant instant, painful death.
"A hooded man approached us!" the first thug answered rapidly, speaking as fast as his shaking lips would allow. "He found us in the lower city slums last night!"
"He gave us a letter and a heavy bag of gold coins!" the second thug added quickly, pointing a shaking finger toward his own pocket. "He told us to wait on this specific road for this specific carriage!"
