CHAPTER 18
Longinus wafted into Cruikshank’s workshop, positively energised by his discovery. It had been dull work, organising for scribes to copy the records he needed at the library and then comparing them to the ledgers at the docks, but it had been well worth it to discover the true extent of the Black Silk Conspiracy. Now he just needed a way to talk to the smugglers bringing the goods into Damsport.
But when Longinus caught sight of Rory, it was as though someone had dropped a bucket of ice over his head.
“What in every hell are you wearing?” he asked her.
“What?” She shrugged, not meeting his eye. “Just my clothes.”
“Your clothes? Your clothes?” He grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her to him so he could get a better look.
“Hey!” she protested.
Her leathers were tailor
