He had to hand it to him, Silas was one tough bastard. No wonder his father trusted him so much. Perhaps he’d underestimated him. Caesar would have appreciated a few more of those lovely screams of his, but you can’t have everything.
Besides, when he got his hands on Eliana, she’d make up for it in spades.
“I moved all the weapons to the docks at Le Havre so she wouldn’t have access to it without my—your—knowledge, my lord, and the inspectors were paid handsomely to overlook the lack of proper paperwork and ensure the freight is forwarded without incident. We can have the containers ready to be shipped to wherever you like within eight hours.”
And when had he been planning on telling him about that? “Why, Silas,” Caesar drawled, his eyes narrowed, “you wily old dog, you. You’re proving
