Amelia took a slow sip of wine, her expression turning serious."Some truths are best left dead, Silas."
"But perhaps it's time you knew… at least part of it. Your aunt that is my beloved sister used to be an assassin for the Steele family."
Silas's eyes widened, genuine shock flashing across his usually impassive face. He leaned back slightly, processing the revelation.
"What? Aunt Elena, the one who died when I was a child? The woman who used to read me stories and bake those terrible cookies? She was… an assassin?"
Amelia nodded slowly, her gaze distant as old memories surfaced like ghosts from the grave. "Yes. Elena was part of the female assassins within the Steele family. They called them the 'Veiled Sisters.' I only found out much later — on her deathbed."
