Chapter 19London, September 13, 1895
Track Three
“When I said I would give you all the aid I could,” Maxwell said, trying to keep a rein on his temper, “it was with the assumption that you would, on occasion at least, accept the aid.”
Twelve hours ago, his first sight of Katarina had brought a wave of joy and relief so profound his knees had gone weak. Those feelings had not faded exactly, but they were currently being dampened by a rising annoyance. Enlisting the great Katarina Rasmirovna in his battle had not, as it briefly seemed it would, solved all his problems. It was not unlike his first attempt to work with his parents—they too had been different from the images in his head, strange beings with minds of their own and opinions that conflicted with his.
Maxwell was keeping himsel
