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" Remember. Silenzio,” she said, slowly opening the door and allowing Falco to pass into the house in front of her. She followed him into the kitchen.
Her breath caught in her chest as a form materialized from the shadows, lunging at Falco and Cass, knocking them both to the stone floor. There was a metallic clatter and a quick shout. Someone’s knee, or maybe elbow, smacked into her breastbone. She gasped, unable to scream. The dark was a shroud, a tomb; she couldn’t see her fingers in front of her eyes. All she could hear was an occasional grunt as Falco wrestled with the mysterious figure. Cass threw herself at what she hoped was the attacker. Her fingers closed around a handful of hair. Long, silky, women’s hair. It felt suspiciously like…
“Siena?” Cass gaped as the moon emerged from a tangle of clouds, illuminating the face of her lady’s maid. “What are you doing?”
“Protecting you from an intruder.” The lady’s maid scrambled to her feet and then bent low to pull Cass off the ground with surprising strength. Siena’s keen blue eyes looked Cass over from head to toe. “Are you all right?”
“Is this how you always welcome your guests, Cassandra?” Falco said ruefully, rubbing his head. He stood just behind Siena. A steel saucepan lay at his feet. Evidently Siena had clocked him with it. Cass fought back the urge to giggle. So her lady’s maid wasn’t as docile and frail as Cass had always imagined. "

Fiona Paul , Venom (Secrets of the Eternal Rose, #1)


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Fiona Paul quote : Remember. <i>Silenzio</i>,” she said, slowly opening the door and allowing Falco to pass into the house in front of her. She followed him into the kitchen.<br />Her breath caught in her chest as a form materialized from the shadows, lunging at Falco and Cass, knocking them both to the stone floor. There was a metallic clatter and a quick shout. Someone’s knee, or maybe elbow, smacked into her breastbone. She gasped, unable to scream. The dark was a shroud, a tomb; she couldn’t see her fingers in front of her eyes. All she could hear was an occasional grunt as Falco wrestled with the mysterious figure. Cass threw herself at what she hoped was the attacker. Her fingers closed around a handful of hair. Long, silky, women’s hair. It felt suspiciously like…<br />“Siena?” Cass gaped as the moon emerged from a tangle of clouds, illuminating the face of her lady’s maid. “What are you <i>doing</i>?”<br />“Protecting you from an intruder.” The lady’s maid scrambled to her feet and then bent low to pull Cass off the ground with surprising strength. Siena’s keen blue eyes looked Cass over from head to toe. “Are you all right?”<br />“Is this how you always welcome your guests, Cassandra?” Falco said ruefully, rubbing his head. He stood just behind Siena. A steel saucepan lay at his feet. Evidently Siena had clocked him with it. Cass fought back the urge to giggle. So her lady’s maid wasn’t as docile and frail as Cass had always imagined.