Propositioned~
Redan Connor
La Gracia
Redan plundered the storerooms for sheets of thin vellum and pieced together a plan. There was no need for haste. Truth that had survived thousands of years would not evaporate overnight.
He couldn’t risk stealing the original tablets, but he could make copies if he managed Anastacia well enough. Then he could figure out how to get himself and the copies out of Larad.
The white-bearded priest and a garnet-and-gold guard approached him the moment he stepped off the Passo Sacrificio footbridge. Maybe haste would have been the better choice.
Redan followed them without question, not to the birdhouse this time, but to Amadeo’s own villa. His Supreme Holiness greeted him on the loggia outside his private dining room.
“Calma, Rogelio.” He motioned Red
