Page 114 of Edge of Oblivion (Night Prowler 2)
“I’ve received word from your father’s lab in Milan. The reports you requested.”
Now she did turn, so quickly she lost her balance and had to set a hand against the sill to steady herself. “You have them? Where are they?”
A large manila envelope was produced from behind his back. He held it out, smiling. “Here.
Shall we review them together?”
Eliana took several small, hesitant steps forward, her heart like a hummingbird trapped in her chest. Her father’s reports. This would tell her what he had discovered, what he had spoken of so rapturously—and vaguely—the night he was killed.
Killed by the man she’d nearly convinced herself she was in love with. The man who had used her so badly, who’d plotted to take her father’s kingdom for himself.
She knew that courtesy of the loyal servant who now stood in front of her. He’d discovered the plot himself, had been on his way to warn her father just before he was killed. At least, that’s what he’d said when he’d found her that night, hysterical and incoherent. He’d served her family for so long —unfailingly, with no expectation of reward—she knew it was right to listen to him when he said they had to flee Rome and start fresh somewhere else.
She knew he was the only one she could trust.
Filled with a swell of gratitude for him, she said, “Yes. We’ll review them together.
And...thank you. Thank you, Silas. You’ve done so much for me. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
Silas smiled, a slow, spreading grin that overtook his entire face but didn’t touch the frozen depths of his black, black eyes.
“Oh, no, my Queen,” he murmured, moving closer. “It is I who could not have done it without you.”
