Silas raised his free hand in a sarcastic, placating gesture, though he didn't let go of Florence. “My apologies, nephew. My emotions simply got the better of me. When I heard our dear… Lady Lena had been struck down by poison, I was simply overcome with a need to be helpful.” “Helpful?” I muttered under my breath. Yeah, right. “I found this girl,” Silas proclaimed, giving Florence’s hair a sharp yank that made her cry out. “She was practically sprinting from the kitchens. A guilty conscience is a loud thing, is it not?” “I didn't! Please, my Lord!” Florence wailed, her eyes searching mine for any sign of mercy. “I only brought the tea as I was told! I would never hurt the Lady!” Alistair’s eyes narrowed. “Let her go, Silas. Let her come closer so I may judge her words for myself.” Silas’s grin didn't falter, but his hand moved. Instead of letting her go, he shifted his grip from her hair to the back of her neck. His fingers, tipped with sharp, pale nails, dug into her skin. I saw
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