Heath’s Row, but she obviously knew the layout of the portions of the house common to the marquess and marchioness.
She’d never had occasion to traverse the backstairs area of St. The unobtrusive servant’s door was well oiled in preparation for late-night assignations, and Victoria led Sebastian through the narrow hallway. She prayed that the wise woman would have some advice or information about Lilith’s prediction. She’d kept herself busy the rest of the day, and had sent an urgent message to Wayren by pigeon. Max she had not seen since he stalked past her, and she had no need for his company anyway. Unlike Max, Sebastian had been delighted to see her, and more than delighted to join her in the excursion. Victoria listened to Kritanu’s description of the man’s agitation with a skeptical ear, and decided that, instead of returning his call or sending word of her return, she would find out the truth her own way tonight.
According to Kritanu, the marquess had appropriately wrung his hands and paced the parlor as he accepted the blame for whatever had happened to her, begging that word should be sent to him the moment there was any news. Either he had been fully aware and involved in her kidnapping-which would make him a vampire or, at the least, a member of the Tutela-or he had been ignorant of it, as he claimed.Īccording to Kritanu, James had called on her home the morning after the nighttime carriage ride, explaining that there had been an accident, he’d been knocked unconscious, and when he came to, Victoria-Mrs. When Victoria had returned from her brief captivity this morning and begun to attend to matters other than Max, it had been with great skepticism and suspicion in regards to James.
He had, in fact, declined any invitations for dinner or parties since the ill-fated carriage ride during which they’d gone to view the night sky.
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