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She'd thrown the painting. Luc couldn't believe she'd tossed it overboard. But he couldn't deny the evidence of his eyes—the slight course correction it had made that had lifted its trajectory and taken it out of the ship. Had wanted to escape? Regardless, it likely lay at the bottom of the ocean or had been torn apart by the waves.
Could its loss be for the better? It wouldn't hurt anyone. He'd acted callous about the deaths of Firmin and the automaton—if mechanical men could die—but seeing them had shaken him. It reminded him that the Legacy of Monceau came with a price. Could he be responsible for its actions? For losing track of the painting?
Of the two prisoners in the small airship, he couldn't help but feel that Madame Kindred was the stronger.
So of course the pirates had ta
