“Okay,” Xyla Quest said.

“Be a good girl, and I’d give you my life,” Stanley Batton said.

Xyla nodded repeatedly. Her eyes turned even redder. “All right, I’ll be a good girl. Darling, I called you because I have another request.”

A curious look appeared in Stanley’s eyes. “Do you need my help to bring men over to guard the underground palace?”

He could figure out what his wife had in mind even before she said it.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“That won’t be a problem. I’ll get the president to send y