Emma Holloway - A Study in Ashes

“I’ll take care of that,” Nick growled, impressed by the level of trust the detective placed in the Schoolmaster. “I’ve always taken care of Evie.”

“Indeed? Then far be it from me to interrupt your gallant supervision.”

Nick rose, ready to find this college and reclaim his love, but his body had endured enough. He had labored in the manufactory for a year, and had just had his first good meal in all that time. It sat heavy in his belly, reminding him how hungry he had been. And now that he wasn’t fleeing for his life, exhaustion and alcohol hit him like a rogue wave. Nick swayed a moment, and then sat down quickly as the room did a stomach-churning spin. He blinked hard, struggling to pull this vision into focus. Before he could stop himself, he broke into a prodigious yawn.

The Schoolmaster looked over the top rim of his tinted glasses, back to his mischievous self. “Before you rush off to save the fair maid, might I suggest a nap? And maybe a bath?”

London, September 28, 1889

LADIES’ COLLEGE OF LONDON

7:30 p.m. Saturday

SO THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE A HUNTING DOG, RESTLESSLY waiting to be unleashed .

Evelina gazed out her bedroom window as she tugged on her gloves. It was night and there was little to see beyond the mullioned glass panes, but she was eager to get out of the college. With Tobias holding that metaphorical leash, she was to attend that night’s meeting of the Parapsychological Institute and meet the famous Madam Thalassa. Evelina’s instructions were simple. As the tame magic user of the Gold King, she was to find some excuse for the Steam Council to arrest and execute the famous medium.

It was true that the Steam Council’s soldiers might have stormed the place without a preliminary investigation, but even the barons were not so bold quite yet. The Parapsychological Institute was made up of rich merchants and minor aristocrats—and while they didn’t hold much power individually, together they had the ear of the press. That meant there was an expectation of fair play—or at least decorum—and that meant Keating required a plausible excuse for murder. Ergo, Evelina had to play her part.

Not that she intended to comply for one minute. She couldn’t surrender Madam Thalassa to the law when she wanted to enlist her help for Imogen. But then there was Tobias to consider. She had to appear to be carrying out orders unless she wanted him to land in trouble. That was a complication she could have done without—but a complication that Uncle Sherlock no doubt expected her to manage. I wish I understood what was going on .

Evelina pinned on her hat. For someone who supposedly held lives and reputations in the balance, she looked ordinary enough. Her skirt, waistcoat, and fitted jacket were all made of dark blue wool. They were practical, well-made garments suited for someone without the luxury of a lady’s maid. The only touch of whimsy was a panel of blue floral embroidery at the front of the skirt, giving the impression of a fancy petticoat. The rest was all starch and buttoned-up propriety, the very picture of a female scholar. Evelina picked up her parasol and went into the sitting room to wait for her escort to arrive.

“Good evening,” said a voice.

Evelina started, the soles of her gray kid boots actually leaving the floor. “Tobias!”

He rose from the armchair, setting aside the chemistry book Professor Moriarty had loaned her. “I remember this literary treasure from my own university days. Not exactly a thrilling read.”

She was still stuck on the fact that he was already there, in her private space. She didn’t have a servant to answer the door. “How did you get in?”

He patted the breast pocket of his coat. “With a key. Keating gave it to me today.”

Evelina struggled to rein in her temper. These rooms were her world now, the only sanctuary she could expect. The thought that the locks meant nothing shook her more than she cared to admit. “A perquisite of your position as jailor?”

Tobias’s smile held a trace of the rake he’d once been. “Evidently.”

She gave him a hard look, making sure that he knew he had crossed a line. “That is hardly the act of a gentleman.”

Surprise widened his eyes. Whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t that. “My apologies. I did not intend to cause offense.”

Evelina took a deep breath. Even now, Tobias seemed not to understand what it was to be utterly vulnerable. He was a lord’s son, after all, with a fortune of his own and a title in his future. The best she could hope for was a teaching position, if she was extremely lucky. “Very well. Shall we go?”

Her tone displeased him. His mouth thinned as he fumbled for his pocket watch. “Hold out your hands.”

She complied, the silver bracelets gleaming softly in the lamplight. There was a tiny key, no bigger than her smallest fingernail, hanging from Tobias’s watch chain. He slid it into a hole in each bracelet, giving it a single turn. At the sound, she felt the dark hunger stir inside her, a sleeping beast twitching its ears. She tried to recall Moriarty’s explanation of the bracelets’ mechanism, but rational thought was swamped as a rush of power slipped over her skin. It felt like taking that first deep breath after her corset strings were undone for the night.

But while the bracelets clicked, they did not budge. “Aren’t you going to take them off?” she asked tightly.

“No. Turning this key will only stop the mechanism for twelve hours. You need to be back inside the college by breakfast to avoid suffering the consequences.”

That meant no dash to liberty. Disappointment slashed at her, reminding her that they were on opposite sides. “I wouldn’t expect my freedom to be so easily achieved.”

He put his watch away, buttoning his coat. The look in his eyes said he was still smarting from her rebuke. “Tell me this, Evelina. How did you manage to keep your abilities a secret from us for all those years?”

“I was wondering when that subject would drift to the surface.” Evelina slipped on her coat and they left, locking the door to her rooms. Despite everything, she felt light. It was impossible not to relish the prospect of something different in her relentless routine.

“I never had any sense you possessed magical abilities,” he said, his voice flat. “It’s just surprising.”

Stung, Evelina straightened her spine. Suddenly she didn’t feel like participating in an adventure. “I imagine tonight is going to be difficult for you, if you despise magic so much.”

He shot her a narrow look. “But not for you.”

Her temper slipped. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, it’s not like I have wings or a tail. The gift came from my father’s side, and my Gran Cooper was very strict about how a person used such things.”

“Then what about Magnus?” Tobias sounded as if he’d been itching for the argument for a long time.

“He was a sorcerer. That kind of magic is different. My gran’s folk magic coaxes spirits to lend the practitioner strength to work a spell. Sorcerers use their own strength, or they steal life from another living being. There’s a world of difference.”

“But that’s a choice.” As he led her out the front door, Tobias gripped her arm so hard it hurt. “It’s not like you can’t drain someone of life and use it to work evil. Not if you decided to do it.”

Evelina stopped walking to stare at him. They’d passed quickly through the building, meeting no one along the way. Now they stood in the chill night, the smell of rain and dying leaves thick in the air. “Actually, that’s not true. A sorcerer has to learn how to do those things.”