*Luc*
“Mummy!”
“Shh, darling, shh, we have to be quiet. We’re playing a game. We’re going to hide from Papa.”
“Scared.”
“Shh. Don’t be frightened, darling. Shh. Mummy will never let anything bad happen…”
I awake with a start, a weight pressing down on my chest. The dream is bringing back the headache that I have been fighting all day, ever since leaving Marcus Langdon’s.
But it isn’t Langdon I keep thinking about. It’s being in the alley… the knives, the clubs, the viciousness of the attack. I keep seeing Evangeline, as I did last night, out of the corner of my eye, defending me, raising her arm to take the blow meant for me.
I usually have my coachman take a circuitous route home, because on more than one occasion we have been set upon. But ever since I began my association with Ev
