Standing to her full height and turning around to look at Ivan who approached the nightstand where she stood, his steely gaze drifted to the parchment on the floor, and then he pursed his lips. The first thing that occurred to Samantha would be his incoming scolding, he would, without a doubt punish her for snooping around this time as she had already been warned earlier, but rather, to Samantha's surprise, he picked the parchment from the floor and glanced through the calligraphy himself.
When he rolled it down, his eyes met her green eyes that held an obvious question, but he said nothing concerning the parchment and quietly turned to leave the room.
"Why do you have a list of those slave establishments?" The question in her eyes had left her mouth before he could take a step further to the door, and Ivan's feet stopped in its tracks as he looked over his shoulder, but not directly at her.
"For royal business."
