Page 14 of Lord of Fortune
Shaking that assessment from her treacherous mind, she went to her bag and pulled out her grandfather’s journal. She’d brought it with her because it contained a picture of the dagger. She opened to the page and traced her fingers over her grandfather’s drawing. He’d written nothing about it save the illustration. It was damnably frustrating.
She flipped a few pages and read the entry she’d committed to memory.
The Order will stop at nothing to find the treasures. Why? They proclaim they are protecting them, but there is something off. If only I’d been able to read the book. I feel certain it would provide the answers I seek.
She’d wondered at what the Order could be, but after today, she thought she knew. Those men could be from the Order, whatever it was. If they wanted the treasures so desperately, it made sense that they would take one at gunpoint.
Did Bowen know anything about this Order? Or the book her grandfather referenced? She’d been on the cusp of asking him, but couldn’t bring herself to expose all her secrets. They were engaged in some sort of dance of information.
And maybe something else?
No. They were interested in these artifacts that were important to her grandfather. Nothing more.
Could she bring herself to work with him?
She wasn’t sure. Just as she wasn’t as sure as she wanted to be that the heart and dagger her grandfather had found were the real artifacts. And that made her angry.
No, for now, she would cling to their authenticity. Penn Bowen was wrong. He was also arrogant and smug.
And attractive.
Stop that!
He was wrong, and that was all that mattered.
