“No. And even less common for girls from my part of London.” Even now, the memory of the first few letters of inquiry she’d sent out made Mina wince, and remembering her first interview made her mouth go dry. “So I owe him a lot, you see.”

Stephen nodded. “You pay your debts,” he said, still in the same thoughtful voice. His eyes met hers, searching, though Mina couldn’t tell for what. “And you don’t go back on a bargain. You said as much, didn’t you?”

“I did,” she said. “And I don’t.” Under Stephen’s gaze, she felt quite exposed. She folded her arms over her chest, putting up a barrier that was all the more necessary because she wouldn’t have minded a more literal sort of exposure. “Have you found anything more? Is that why you’re looking for your brother?”

“Not yet.” Stephen sighed, and while that broke the uncomfortable intensity, he looked weary enough to make Mina wince inside. “I’m hoping for a message any day now, but Mrs. O’Keefe’s man had little to say concerning when she’d return.”

“Little to say about anything, from what you told me,” said Mina, and shrugged. “Butlers are generally like that. Not that I know many of them, but that’s what Alice says. I tried to be the same way with Professor Carter’s visitors. You have to.”

“I rather guessed as much,” said Stephen, and Mina was glad to see a smile return to his face. “Perhaps you should speak with Mrs. O’Keefe’s man—I’d match you against him any day.”

“Now I feel like a prizefighter,” said Mina. “Be off, will you, before you make the spiders angry?”

“I believe I can defend you from those,” said Stephen, “but I’d best find Colin and perhaps wring a sponge out over him.”

“I’ll see who has the black eye next time we meet.”

Laughing, Stephen left, and Mina stared at the closed door behind him for longer than she meant to, a fact she only noticed when she shook herself and turned her attention back to her letter.

I look forward to seeing you again, and to—

Life after dealing with Ward held bright enough prospects, if Mina went after them—and she knew she would. The real problem, the one she’d been trying to hide from herself, was how much she’d miss the life she had now.

Twenty-six

“Six weeks?” Colin leaned back in his chair and laughed. “She’s a remarkably patient girl, then. I’d have been climbing the walls.”

“You’d have been climbing the walls after two days,” said Stephen. “Even if you’d wanted to stay inside before. Contrary-minded little devil,” he added.

“Prig,” Colin replied amiably. “She must be a torment to you in turn, though.”

Stephen quickly stifled the reaction that went through him. Torment, yes, but not the sort he wanted to discuss with his brother. “How do you mean?”

“She doesn’t seem the sort to follow orders meekly.”

“You make me sound like quite the tyrant,” said Stephen, because he couldn’t deny Colin’s statement. “I’ve not had any complaints. Not from most people,” he added, “and Mi—Miss Seymour doesn’t truly complain. She’s been quite adaptable.”

“Has she, now?”

“Not like that,” said Stephen, glaring even as he repressed more memories. “We’ve strictly a business arrangement, and only for as long as Ward’s a threat.”

Early afternoon had found them in the drawing room again. Rather, Colin had found Stephen there reading, and now stood by the fireplace and toyed idly with the music box there while he spoke. “Pity,” he said, “I’d imagine you could use a good secretary.”

“Perhaps I could,” said Stephen, “but she’ll be employed elsewhere.”

Even if he made the offer, he knew that Mina would refuse and be absolutely right in doing so. He wasn’t going to make the offer, of course. Foolish idea.

“Where is the girl in question, exactly?”

“Probably the library,” said Stephen, who had avoided that door. He and Mina had talked at breakfast. They would dine with Colin again, and he had no need to see her any more, even if he wanted to. Especially if he wanted to. “She’s going through the books there, and it’s about time someone did.”

“Not surprising. Father wasn’t much for cataloguing.”

“Father rather lost track of this place,” Stephen said, thinking of the papers he’d gone through. “Came up for a day or four at a time, since Mother passed onward, but never more, and that maybe every few years.”

“I hadn’t known,” said Colin. “Well, I hadn’t been home so very often, had I? But I might have suspected it, if I’d thought. Cities were never his glory, and this one’s grown so. Did he leave things in a very bad state?”

“I wouldn’t say bad. We’re hardly short on funds. Only confused, and this business with Ward hasn’t helped my progress any.” Stephen sighed. “I’m not Father—I enjoyed London the last time I was here. I think I could again, would events let me.”

“Oh, they will in time,” said Colin. He put down the music box. “Even the most tangled of accounts end, and if you’re really tired of Ward, you could simply go away. He’ll die in a few decades.”

“He might,” said Stephen, “but he hasn’t so far, and he has the resources to put it off, or to turn his rage on those with fewer defenses than I have. I hadn’t known that he’d found more magical tutors, or I’d have hunted him down after Bavaria, whether he came for me or no.”

“You’re remarkably puny to try and be Atlas,” said Colin. “Nobody here is in your charge, you know.”

“There’s a wider charge,” said Stephen. “And you can’t tell me you’d leave them to be set upon by demons. Not seriously.”

“I tell you as little as possible seriously.” Colin sighed and shifted his weight, leaning against the fireplace now. “Ah, well. If you’re going to take this on, and I knew you would, I might as well help. Have you tried—”

Whatever his suggestion was going to be, it died before it reached the air, killed off by a knock at the door. Polly entered at Stephen’s request, with a sealed letter in her hand.

“This came by the last post, sir,” she said and handed it to Stephen.

The man you seek calls himself Mr. Green. His address follows. I’ve informed him of your interest. He may speak with you, if he chooses to do so.

Selina O’Keefe

“Not an invitation to a garden party, I suppose,” said Colin.

“The lady I’d mentioned before. She’s back in town, and it seems she doesn’t want to meet with me personally.” Stephen eyed the gracefully written lines, wishing they’d contained more. “She doesn’t sound like she’s at all easy about the whole business.”

“Would you be?”

“I’m not.”

“Shall I come along? I do enjoy meeting new people.”

“New women, which I doubt you’ll find at Green’s,” said Stephen, “and no. I’d rather keep you in reserve.”

Colin shrugged. “Very well. I’ll use the time to inspect your defenses.”

“Don’t inspect too closely,” said Stephen. “I don’t have many servants left as it is.”

“Oh, now,” Colin said, laughing, “I’ve never been the sort to make a girl give notice. You know that.”

“I know if I get back and you’ve a palm print on your face, I’ll use it for a target myself.” Stephen slipped the note into his pocket and headed for the hallway. “Have Baldwin get me a carriage, will you?”

“Wounded as I am, I’ll still leap to carry out your request,” Colin said with a mock bow, “being the noble, gentlemanly sort that I am.”

“Today would be good,” said Stephen. “Preferably before nightfall.”

He went to find Mina, reasoning to himself that it was prudent to let her know the situation, particularly as it involved her finding herself alone with Colin. Of course, his brother was a gentleman or an approximation thereof, teasing to the contrary, but she didn’t know that. Consideration alone demanded that Stephen pay her a brief visit.

Stephen told himself that and also that his heart should stay absolutely still, except for the necessary blood-pumping activities, when he stood at the door to the library and watched Mina returning a book to the shelves. Even that simple action had a purposeful sort of grace to it, and when she turned, her dress shifted to outline the firm curves of her body. Stephen caught his breath.

“Oh!” She saw him and jumped a little. “I—didn’t know you were there.”

“I won’t be. Er, I’m going out. There’s a message.”

“Progress?” She didn’t move toward Stephen, but when she met his eyes, the distance between the two of them felt much shorter regardless.

He nodded, ignoring—or trying to ignore—the urge to reach out and draw Mina to him. “I shouldn’t be gone long. If I am—” The thought of ambush had occurred to him. “If I don’t return in an hour’s time, assume something’s happened. Get yourself to safety. And the others.”

“I will,” she said, and her full lips frowned. “But you take care. Do you have to go alone?”

“So the message says. Er—” He coughed. “You can trust Colin.”

“If there’s trouble?”

“As a general rule. He’s a good enough man, whatever he pretends. I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I didn’t,” said Mina, blinking, “but thank you for telling me. How dangerous do you think this will be?”

“Not very, I should think,” said Stephen, and hoped he was right. “It’s only a meeting. I’d just…I’d wanted to be sure you knew the situation.”

Mina smiled, puzzled but touched, and not kissing her then was one of the harder things Stephen had done lately. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ll…well, I’ll be here.”

He left her standing in a pool of lamplight, looking very small in the middle of the hallway. The image stayed with him through the slow carriage ride—it seemed that every hack in London was out that night—and onto “Mr. Green’s” doorstep. A feeling of deep unease went with him too. He felt like a man watching clouds grow dark in the west and waiting to hear the first rumble of thunder.