I was already seated at the table, notebooks strewn in front of me when the door opened. Byron didn’t so much as look at me when he gestured the old man in. “Professor Thackery to see you, miss Hawthorne.”
Hearing him call me that was almost enough to make me shudder but I supposed that he couldn’t really call me anything else in front of Thackery.
“Why, thank you. Your face…” Thackery stopped in the doorway, peering up at the much taller, younger man. Even from across the room she could see that Thackery was squinting behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “You look rather familiar, I must say, but I simply cannot place your face.”
Surprise flashed across Byron’s brow before he managed to clamp down on it, returning to perfectly poised employee.
Thackery wasn’t put off in the slightest a
