Chapter 25“I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father” Myriam leaned forward and rested her head on my desk, hiding any ability for me to read her expressions. “I won't challenge you to guess where it comes from. Merchant of Vernice. I always admired Portia. Not so much what her father forced her to do.”
The shock of her potential relationship to Ludovicus Casseldricken continued to ricochet inside my body, the similarities between the two names suddenly becoming more obvious than when she'd first uttered the words. He'd faked his death to escape the volatile a*******d era and fled to the US. I had to ask for more details about Luther Castle's recent situation.
“I'm not sure what to say. Are you comf
