Chapter 4 - Silas Finally Told Me Why He Took Me—And His Story Made Dominic Look Like the VillainSilas was captured before sunrise.
He refused to speak to anyone except me.
Dominic hated the idea.
I insisted.
We met in an interrogation room.
Silas looked older than I remembered.
But the voice was the same.
“Do you remember me?”
“No.”
“You should.”
“Why did you take me?”
“To save you.”
“From my family?”
“Yes.”
He told me that my father had discovered a secret alliance between corrupt politicians, law enforcement officials, and criminal organizations.
The Vale empire wasn't the most dangerous part.
It was merely one piece.
Someone wanted complete control of Boston.
My father refused.
So they planned to kill him.
Dominic had been manipulated into believing his father was the enemy.
Silas had been ordered to eliminate me.
Instead, he kidnapped me.
He gave me a new identity.
Grace Walker.
He placed me with a woman who raised me.
My entire childhood had been a lie.
But Silas claimed it had saved my life.
“Where is my father?”
He looked at me.
“Alive.”
“Where?”
“I don't know.”
“Who does?”
Silas hesitated.
“Your mother.”
I stood.
“My mother is dead.”
“No.”
My heart stopped.
“She isn't.”
He handed me a photograph.
An elderly woman stood outside a monastery.
The woman looked exactly like my mother.
Older.
But unmistakable.
I whispered:
“Where?”
Silas gave me an address.
Before I could leave, he grabbed my hand.
“There's something else.”
“What?”
“Your father left you something.”
“What?”
“A key.”
“To what?”
“The old Vale estate.”
Dominic entered the room.
His face hardened.
“You've said enough.”
Silas smiled.
“You still think you can protect her.”
Dominic looked at me.
“I'll protect her.”
Silas laughed.
“You couldn't protect her twenty-one years ago.”
Dominic's eyes became cold.
“I won't fail twice.”
I walked out.
Dominic followed.
“You're going to the monastery.”
“Yes.”
“I'm coming.”
“No.”
“I'm your brother.”
I stopped.
“That doesn't mean I trust you.”
He absorbed the words silently.
Then nodded.
“Fair.”
For the first time, I saw something behind his terrifying reputation.
Pain.
Not anger.
Pain.
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He had lost me once.
He was terrified of losing me again.
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