I slammed the leather-bound ledger shut, the thud echoing through the quiet archive vault like a gavel falling in judgment.
"So he didn't just mismanage the border funds," I said, looking up from the table. "Silas was siphoning Silver Crest’s war chest six months before he ever even proposed to me."
Diego leaned back against the edge of the archive table, his eyes fixed on me. His chest was now covered by a linen shirt, though the top few buttons remained carelessly undone. He poured two fingers of dark whiskey into a crystal tumbler, swirling the amber liquid as his jaw set in a hard line.
"And where exactly did all that gold go, chica?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft.
"To the Dupont estate." I pulled a stack of sealed correspondence from the inner pocket of my coat and dropping
