The Cardinal’s men found nothing. The tutor was a ghost. But the grandsons? They kept his books hidden beneath the floorboards. And years later, when they themselves became outlaws, printing seditious pamphlets in a mountain press, they signed each one the same way:
—Raul Korso Leo Domenico.
At that, the tutor turned. And for the first time, the silver in his eyes seemed to burn. The English Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...
Not of him. For him.
She opened the door herself, the servants having fled to the kitchens at the first crack of thunder. The man on the step was not what she expected. He was tall, lean as a rapier, with eyes the color of tarnished silver. His coat was soaked through, but he wore it like a military uniform. The Cardinal’s men found nothing