CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Rachel set down Polidori’s ledger and leaned against the slab, her own anger surfacing for the times her friends had been assaulted and ridiculed. By the “devout.” By the “pure.” By the falsehearted.
The front door of 38 Great Pulteney Street thudded shut and she heard footsteps on the floorboards above. “Rachel?” Aubrey called.
“Down here!” she yelled, but he must not have heard her, as his steps creaked toward the kitchen.
She looked over Polidori’s ledger entry for the incident in Kensington Palace. It was difficult to read where he’d scrawled the verse of Leviticus 17 diagonally across the original text, crossed it out, then rewritten it below. She searched online for source material documenting the palace and its residents throughout the Georgian period, confirm
