The only thing that moved slower than treacle on a January morning was Parliament when it actually had an issue of some substance to decide upon. Seth removed his cravat as he exited the building, taking deep breaths of London’s smoke-laden air, which was still a relief compared to the close, hot environment of lawmakers and solicitors.
“Go’ the new Steamie for you, m’lord,” Lucy said. The gwr woman materialized out of nowhere; probably watching from the street. “‘imself is waiting.” She gestured with one hand and managed to keep up with his long-legged pace even in her fashionable but terribly impractical skirts. Seth sighed. He still didn’t trust Lucy; it was difficult to reconcile this eager-to-please shadow with the terror who’d inflicted such pain on Dex. And yet, Dex himself had arg
