Chapter 346
“Just let me sleep,” she said.
Damon smiled, patting her hand. “Sleep, my dear. I’ll watch over you.”
Dallas didn’t leave immediately. He stood in the doorway, the rain hitting his back, listening to Estevan’s sobbing breaths.
“One more thing,” Dallas said, turning back. The shadows obscured his face, making him look like the Ghost he was named after. “Years ago. Before I was exiled. You were the spiritual guru my father consulted, weren’t you?”
Estevan looked up, blood and mucus running down his face. He nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes! It was Dosha’s idea! Ferd is superstitious. He believes in curses, in bad omens.”
“You told him I was a curse,” Dallas stated. It wasn’t a question.
“I had to!” Estevan cried. “Dosha said you were too smart. Even as a kid, you were watching her. You knew she was stealing from the accounts. She needed you gone. So I told Ferd the stars said you would destroy the family fortune if you stayed.”
Dallas felt a hollow laugh bubble up in his chest. His entire life — the boarding schools, the coldness, the feeling of being a pariah in his own home — it was all because of a con artist and a greedy mistress.
“And the boarding school?” Dallas asked.
“Ferd wanted to send you to military school,” Estevan admitted. “But I told him you needed to be purified in isolation. That’s why he sent you to that hellhole in the Alps.”
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“Record that,” Dallas said to Simmons.
“Got it, Boss.”
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“Send it to my father,” Dallas ordered. “Let him hear exactly how much his faith cost him.”
Estevan’s eyes widened. “No! Ferd will kill me! He has connections —”
“That’s between you and him,” Dallas said.
He started to walk away again, but Estevan shouted.
“Wait! I know one more thing! About Eliza!”
Dallas stopped. He spun around so fast his knee brace whined. He marched back, grabbed Estevan by the collar, and slammed him against the wall.
“What about her?”
“The hospital!” Estevan gasped, choking. “The last time she was admitted — for the allergic reaction. Dosha paid a nurse. Nurse Halloway.”
“To do what?” Dallas snarled.
“To switch the meds in her IV drip,” Estevan wheezed. “To give her something that would induce cardiac arrhythmia. A small dose, just to scare her — to make her seem weak and unstable. I swear, that’s all I know!”
Dallas dropped him.
The world spun.
He had been so focused on Anson’s external threats that he hadn’t seen the poison seeping in from inside. They had tried to stop her heart. If he had been watching more closely —
“If you are lying,” Dallas said, his voice trembling with a rage that terrified even Simmons, “I will peel you apart.”
“I’m not! Check the logs! Check Halloway’s bank account!”
Dallas turned to Simmons. “Tear that hospital apart. Find Halloway. If she touched Eliza —”
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