Chapter Twenty-One
Cold horror swept through him. Lady Violet couldn’t be here. Not while Saintbridge had a pistol in his hand.
“Go away!” Perry cried loudly.
Saintbridge fired. The bullet struck not far from Perry’s face. Chips of brick went flying. One collided stingingly with his temple.
Perry flinched and almost lost his grip on the chimney. He grabbed hold more tightly. “Go away!” he cried again, shouting up at the sky.
His eyes caught movement, a dark shape skimming low over the rooftops.
“Pass me the other one,” Saintbridge snapped to someone in the bedchamber.
“He has a gun!” Perry cried desperately. “Get out of here!”
Lady Violet ignored him. She suddenly doubled in size—then equally suddenly split in half. Before his brain could understand what had happened, something dar
