Chapter 23
Victoria sat alone in her secret workroom on the third floor of her father’s house, wondering if she’d ever return.
Until the last few days, each shelf had been loaded full of the tools of her specific and powerful trade in magic. Now they sat empty, with only faint streaks in a thin layer of dust.
After a night spent sleeping like the dead from her exertions at the holding jail, she’d woken to a messenger from Mr. Winston first thing that morning.
Departure for Enceleas was scheduled for the next afternoon at long last.
A mad day-long flurry of packing with the assistance of Jean, Father Hall, and Rob had set everything to rights. More quickly than Victoria would have imagined, their Odd Society cleared out all evidence of her years of study with Jaji, then solitary effort
