CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR SurveyingGalveston proved true to his word, though I hadn’t expected it. Awamutu delivered a coded knock to the door during the early evening, sending Lily and Sorrel skittering beneath the bed. The door opened to reveal the Wasp Lord resplendent in his garish colours. A strange fez hat perched upon his head and the tassel swished as he moved. “Estefania.” He bowed low and the tassel pointed to the floorboards. Awamutu stared, perhaps wondering how the fez stayed on the Wasp’s head when the top hat tipped from his at every opportunity.
I forced a smile onto my lips and turned from the window. Disappointment crossed his face as he rose. “You’re undressed!” he exclaimed, pointing at my clothes. “And your hair is awry.”
“Oh.” I patted the loose plait, my fingers working
