Chapter 10London, August 27, 1885
Changing Tracks
Half an hour later, he watched Katarina Rasmirovna and Gavin Trevelyan die in an alleyway.
“…had it coming…” Trevelyan slurred as Maxwell bent over him. “…poetic…justice…” Because of course Trevelyan would say that. In Trevelyan’s arrogant self-absorbed head, this was Trevelyan’s story—a Celtic tale of mischance and hubris and sins coming home to roost. And it was that, of course it was, Trevelyan was an actor who had pushed the world around him into motion, but Trevelyan was not the only actor here. This rain-soaked moment of despair and loss was a scene in other people’s stories as well.
“Never…mind…me,” Trevelyan gasped. Maxwell had run to him and not Katarina because Katarina had died instantly, crumpling into the shadows like a mar
