“What luck you’re still in evening dress,” she whispered to Alice. “This rig doesn’t allow for petticoats—though I’m tempted to add a number of layers of ruffles. They seem to come in handy rather regularly.” “It’s this place,” Alice whispered back. “Once we’re clear of assassins, our clothes oug...
She took the stairs two at a time and dashed down the corridor to her grandparents’ room. “Grandfather!” She pounded on the door with a fist. “Grandfather, wake up!” No movement came from within. “Grandfather!” &n...