Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cobb Townhouse, 14 March 1871
When the rhythm started, Iris turned to Marie. “Does this seem familiar to you?”
Marie nodded. “It’s like the statues in the Marquis’s Monceau palace. Except now the guests are the statues moving to the rhythm.”
“Yes.” Iris put a hand on her chest, wishing for her own heartbeat not to be caught. “It’s the pulse of the god.”
Then Cobb had appeared with Patrick and Chadwick—but not Davidson—and Cobb had called up his daughter. Iris groaned—not only had Patrick and Chadwick gotten caught, but the girl wore purple, the color associated with the god Eros.
What do we do? She grabbed Edward’s hand. “You have to figure out how to disrupt the aether system. He can’t be allowed to manipulate all these people.”
He nodded, squeezed her hand, an
