Josephine stepped back, instantly on alert.
A breeze whispered through the night, making the carriage curtain flutter open. She caught a glimpse of a man whose chiseled features might have been carved from marble, his thin lips curved in a cold smile.
Then a voice like dark honey flowed from within.
"Ten years ago, Master Ciel ordered me to wait here today for someone called Clemy. His exact words were, 'Let the past die. Forge a new path.'"
Josephine's blood ran cold at the name. Ciel DeWitt. That was her master's true identity.
Born as Clementia Beaumont, she had earned the nickname Clemy after joining him at five, all because she could never get enough of roasted corn. Later, to protect Alistair in the snake pit of the palace, she had adopted the name Josephine.
As she moved forwa
