Page 32 of Eternal Craving
“She has a son.”
Miguel smiled. “That’s wonderful.”
I pulled the bed sheet up and over me. “Senator Grenaldi’s the father.”
“She married well.”
“She’s not his wife.”
Miguel flinched and then softened his expression.
“Why can’t I remember anything?” I wiped sweat from my brow.
“The shock of seeing Alicia after all this time was too much, perhaps?”
I had a vague memory of Alicia’s awful grimace when she saw me for the first time in years, and the emptiness of her stare, sorely reminding me of the distance festering between us. I cursed my inability to rescue her.
He patted my shoulder. “Why don’t you write to her?”
“I don’t think the letter would reach her.”
“I’ll hand deliver it.”
I stared at him to make my point. “I don’t want you anywhere near Vigo.”
“So that’s where you went?”
The warm breeze billowed the curtains.
He topped up my cup. “The Romany performers asked a high price for their main act.”
“Annabelle? She’s still here?”
His eyes lit up. “She is, and she’s done nothing but talk about you since she’s been here.”
I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness.
“You have two letters.” He handed me an envelope. “This one came two days after you left.”
I ripped it open.
Velde,
My lawyers are scribing the deeds of ownership to your estate. The papers will arrive shortly. See that you sign them.
FDG
Miguel studied my reaction. “Everything all right?”
The coward hadn’t even signed his name. “There were two?” I tucked Felipe’s letter back into the envelope.
“This one has the Royal Seal of King Ferdinand V.” He gave me the second dispatch.
The luxurious parchment and royal crest illustrated its noble source. Peeling back the adhered seal, I eased out the scroll and unfolded it.
He leaned in. “What does it say?”
“I’ve been knighted.”
