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LADIES' COLLEGE OF LONDON.

5:05 p.m. Thursday.

"COOPER!"

Evelina looked up from her book, squinting a little. Her mind had drifted to a place far away from the words before her-back to a spring night when Nick had crept through her bedroom window. It should have been night, and it should have been Hilliard House, but with a wrench, she realized none of that was true. Instead, she was sitting in a sunny patch at the south end of the quadrangle, warm enough that she'd shed her wrap. The air smelled dusty, carrying the faint scent of windfalls from the orchard behind Witherton House.

She raised a hand to shelter her eyes from the low angle of the sun and was rewarded with the sight of a familiar form approaching with a newspaper clutched in one pearl-edged glove. The young woman's skirts were patterned with orange and red chrysanthemums, her fitted jacket a burnt umber that nearly matched the shade of her thick hair. The ensemble gave her the air of a harvest sprite.



With a dramatic sigh, Deirdre Livingston flung herself onto the bench beside Evelina and thrust out the newspaper. "I need you, my darling girl."

"Oh, do you?" Evelina unfolded the special edition. It was the Prattler, one of the more outspoken of the London papers-not the sort of thing Deirdre would normally read. The first article that caught her eye concerned a cholera outbreak. Clean water was something else the steam barons were trying to charge for, and disease was the inevitable result.

"This is an academic emergency," Deirdre said in a stage whisper, a tiny frown bunching her eyebrows.

Evelina hid a smile. "I thought you'd charmed your way to a pa.s.sing grade in French literature."

"Bien sur. This is far more urgent. I'm about to go walking with Mr. Edward Pringle, and he's all about Parliament. I need to give the impression that I read more than the fashion papers."

"But you don't."

"You don't know that." Deirdre tried to sound scandalized and almost succeeded.

"Your room is across the hall from mine. I think I would know if you actually read something."

"How?"

"Because you wouldn't be knocking on my door at a quarter to midnight just before each and every exam."

Deirdre s.n.a.t.c.hed the paper and folded it to the article she wanted. "Give a girl a chance, Cooper. We can't all be dedicated to our studies. Some of us are here for husbands."

"I admire the clarity of your focus."

Deirdre held up the paper, pointing to a headline. "Tell me about this."

Evelina read the type held inches from her eyeb.a.l.l.s. Then alarm rippled up her spine and she sat straighter. "Good heavens!"

"Exactly," said Deirdre. "The prince is ill. That's all Edward is going to want to talk about. I need to know what to say."

"The crown prince is the heir to the whole Empire!"

"I knew that much." Deirdre smoothed her skirts, her chocolate silk gloves gliding over the autumn-colored pattern. "Who would the crown go to if he didn't recover?"

It was a good question. Although Victoria and Albert had begun with a houseful of children, their brood had dwindled one by one. Some had been carried off by typhoid, others by the bleeding sickness, and still others by circ.u.mstances none could understand. It was almost as if a curse stalked the palace, seizing each of the heirs in turn.

Foreboding chilled Evelina like a sudden breeze. "If the crown prince dies, I'm not sure who would succeed the queen. There are relatives of the royal family still in Germany, but I am not sure who has precedence."

"So what does this mean for the government?" Not that Deirdre actually cared, but Edward Pringle would.

Evelina set the paper aside. For a moment, she was back at the Wollaston Academy for Young Ladies, whispering about boys with Imogen. Memory hit her like strong drink, leaving her dizzy. Wollaston had been a hundred years ago, before the air battle and Keating and losing Nick. It wasn't fair, but she almost resented Deirdre for not being Imogen.

Evelina drew a ragged breath, forcing herself back to the present. She actually liked her cla.s.smate very much, and tried to get into the spirit of her matrimonial chase. But during the last year of danger and tragedy, Evelina had lost her light heart. As a result, she tended to remain aloof from the other students, feeling more like a ghost than one of the young, boisterous crowd.

She tried to smile. "Well, Mr. Pringle will say that there is the Steam Council to consider. For the sake of the royal family, it would be better if the heir were someone very capable and charismatic."

Deirdre's face was intent. "Why? Because of those rebels? The Baskertons?"

"Baskervilles," Evelina said automatically. "They're a rebel group who are against the Steam Council."

Deirdre blinked, clearly lost already.

"Think about it this way," said Evelina. "The members of the Steam Council hate each other, but they hate the rebels more."

"And where does the prince come in?"

"My uncle believes that if the queen died and there was no one strong to take over from her, the Steam Council might just push the monarchy aside and take over the government for themselves. The Baskervilles want to stop them."

"So the rebels are actually protecting the queen?"

"That's right." Evelina had met a few of the leaders-including the ringleader they called the Schoolmaster-and she was reasonably sure that both her uncles were involved up to the brims of their top hats.

Deirdre looked grave. "In other words, if the prince dies, it's a bigger problem than just finding another heir. Everyone will start fighting one another."

"Exactly."

Her friend picked up the newspaper and began folding it into the smallest possible square. "Now I understand, and wish I didn't."

Evelina knew all too well what she meant. "I hope that helps to entertain Mr. Pringle."

Deirdre smiled slyly. "At least until we get to more engaging topics."

"You're wicked."

"I do hope so." Deirdre stood, abandoning the newspaper on the bench. "I fancy myself as the wife of a prime minister."

"Good luck." Evelina picked up her book.

"Enjoy your studies." Deirdre sailed off across the lawn, the sunshine caressing the warm tones of her costume.

Evelina managed to read a few paragraphs before the newspaper tempted her away from the slog through Goethe. She reread the article, but it was short on details. The Bugle or the Times would have been better. But that meant getting down to the main road in front of Camelin where the newspaper boys sold their wares-and with a headline like that, the papers would sell out quickly.

Temptation fluttered through her, bringing a smile to her lips. She was restless and weary of looking at the same walls. Evelina picked up her wrap and slid her book into her coat pocket. The shadows were long and thin, the afternoon cla.s.ses letting out. She wasn't supposed to leave the Ladies' College, but what harm could there be in getting a newspaper?

She hurried across the lawn toward the college gate. She wasn't sure which of the faculty knew that she was confined to the college, but the fewer people who saw her, the better. Walking with her head down and her hands in her pockets, she avoided the other students crisscrossing the grounds. The scent of the early evening meal-lamb stew by the smell of it-was already wafting through the crisp air.

The gates were ajar, students coming and going in twos and threes. Evelina stepped to the side, waiting for the stream to pa.s.s. The path to the main buildings snaked up the hill, but she wanted to go in the other direction. It was a two-minute walk to the street-one she'd done a hundred times. As long as she didn't go more than a dozen steps from the university's front entrance, she obeyed the letter of Keating's orders not to stray from Camelin.

A knot of excitement was building inside her-proof of just how bored she was if buying a paper was a grand adventure. She darted toward the gate, meaning to slide through and away before she was noticed.

Heat flared up her arms, sharp to the point of searing. She jerked to a stop, no more than four steps from the open gates. The heat coalesced into a sharp p.r.i.c.kling, as if thousands of hot pins were stabbing her forearms. The bracelets! She jerked up the sleeves of her coat to look at them, but they didn't look any different. Yet what else could it be?

She'd known the bracelets allowed the Yellowbacks to track her, but she'd had no idea they could deliver this kind of pain. Growing stubborn, Evelina took another step forward. The pain intensified until it seemed swords stabbed her through the elbows. She jumped back with a gasp, cradling her arms. Sudden, frantic panic surged up. It was one thing to be forbidden to leave, quite another to be caged. She rushed toward the gate, desperate to hurl herself against the barrier, to break through to safety. Agony blinded her before she gained two strides.

Evelina staggered back, sweat turning chill in the autumn air. She was shaking, sickness rising inside her, but it was hard to say how much was physical shock and how much was anger.

"Miss Cooper?"

Her head snapped up. It was Juniper-Moriarty-standing outside the gate. He had a walking stick in hand as if on his way out for a carefree stroll. He turned and came her way, the sleek malacca cane swinging as he walked. "You look rather peaked."

Her words came out almost as a snarl. "What have you done?"

His eyebrows went up in mock surprise. "Me?"

It had been bad enough being confined to the entire university campus, but now she was stuck in an area one-twentieth the size. As her nausea faded, fury came to the fore. "You might have warned me that the bracelets would keep me locked up inside the Ladies' College!"

He stopped a few feet away, the cane elegantly poised. "Testing our limits, were we?"

"Are you amused?" she snapped.

"Not really. None of this was my doing. I would be far more interested to see what you might accomplish unshackled. But that was the short-term compromise Mr. Keating reached with the chancellor until your ultimate fate has been decided."

She seethed in silence.

"No one told you that your, uh, restraints had been altered?"

"No."

"It did not occur to you that this might be the case?"

Evelina looked away, angry with herself for not antic.i.p.ating more betrayal. "I just wanted a copy of the Bugle."

He made a sympathetic face. "I'll have one delivered."

"Thank you." But she didn't care about the paper now. Her mind was too busy scrambling to grasp the implications of her shrinking prison.

Moriarty c.o.c.ked his head. "I understand that the restraints are painful?"

"Quite."

"Interesting. They are quite ineffective unless one is born with inherited powers."

That caught her attention enough that she met his eyes-and then she regretted it. There was an avid sharpness to his expression that made her feel like a bug in a jar. "How do they work?" she asked. "They look like plain silver. That accounts for some of the reaction, but not everything."

Though metal and gems often absorbed magic-especially gold-silver and the supernatural were a poor mix. No one knew why. Of course, that was precisely the sort of overlap of science and magic she wanted to research, and Camelin's archive of books on magic had made the Ladies' College her first choice. Little had she known that attending a university was no guarantee of the education she'd desired.

He went on. "I've never examined the mechanism, but both clockwork and magnetism are involved, as well as a rare element that reacts with magical energy to produce a chemical discharge. Only someone with inherited talent will trigger them."

"Do you know how to get them off?" she asked.

"Alas, no. All that I know I've gleaned from the letter your patron wrote to Sir William, and Mr. Keating omitted that detail."

"How unfortunate."

"I concur."

Moriarty took her arm and began slowly leading her toward the residence. Evelina forced herself not to shrink away. Common sense said that he might be as dangerous an ally as he would be a foe, but she wasn't in a position to be choosy.

"I count my blessings that I aligned myself with King Coal and not Keating," he said. "Your patron is too fond of absolute control. It's impractical."

"For me, certainly. It seems to be working for Keating," she snapped, her anger hardening to a clear, sharp focus.

"For now, perhaps, but force is a clumsy weapon. It will fail him in the end."

Moriarty's calm critique amused her even as it made her uneasy. "Why did you involve yourself with the steam barons?"

Moriarty gave a quiet laugh. "Let us just say that I was in need of a position to get a start in the world. The Blue King opened my eyes to a dazzling array of enterprises that I had only guessed at as a well-bred young man of middling fortunes."

"Enterprises?"

"There are men and women in all walks of life who will do one's bidding. If there is a want or desire, they will fill it as long as one provides something they want in return. The Blue King is a master weaver of such webs of reciprocal desires. I studied his methods with great interest."

She wondered what desire the Blue King had seen in Moriarty. Ambition seemed likely, but there was also the hauteur of one convinced of his own intellectual superiority. In fact, he was a bit like her Uncle Sherlock. "You are very frank."

"Only with you, Miss Cooper. You of anyone understand the twin attraction and danger of being close to one of the Steam Council."

"True." And she had been resigned to Keating's chess game until now-but after what just happened, part of her was screaming to dash the board and all its pieces to the floor.

Moriarty gave a thin smile. "Evidently Keating wishes you to remain close."

"So it seems." Evelina clenched her teeth at his quip, but then forced herself to remain polite. "And the Blue King let you go so that you could pursue your academic career?"

"He will recall me if he requires my services." They had reached the steps of the women's residence. Moriarty stopped, his expression serious. "I a.s.sume the reason you wished for a newspaper was that you've heard about the prince's illness?"

Evelina nodded. "We may both be recalled to our respective masters."

"I certainly hope not, Miss Cooper. I would not choose you as an adversary. Despite the circ.u.mstances, I have enjoyed our conversations."

She was about to say she had as well, but then she saw that cold glitter in his eyes that she didn't trust. He was trying to win her confidence. That worried her almost as much as the d.a.m.nable bracelets. "Thank you again, Dr. Moriarty."

"I still await the list of supplies you need for your studies."

"I won't forget."

He gave a slight bow, touching the brim of his hat. "Good afternoon, Miss Cooper. Perhaps we shall yet find a way to be of use to one another."

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