I glanced up from the fork. “Secrets?”
“That he was helping your father, that he’d made some of the creatures himself, and worst of all . . .” He stopped and looked away.
“What secret?” I asked. When he didn’t answer, I let the fork clatter to the floor and grabbed his suit lapel a little roughly. “What other secret was Montgomery keeping from me, Edward?”
“It doesn’t matter. You loved him, and he left you. I’d never do that to you. I’d sooner cut off my own hand than do anything to cause you pain.” My fingers were still coiled in the stiff fabric of his lapel, and he whispered, “If you’d only give me a chance . . .”
But I stepped back toward the cabinet, away from his promises and his offers. My breath was coming fast. The world was an upside-down place when Montgomery James was keeping secrets from me and Edward Prince telling me the truth.
But Edward was right—Montgomery had lied to me. He had left me.
I grabbed my coat before he could say another word, and said, “The professor will have half the city out looking for me. It’s so late . . . I must get back. I’ll leave Sharkey here with you; the drugs will put you to sleep in a few minutes, so lock the door behind me. If you aren’t too groggy tomorrow, go through Father’s journal—maybe you can make sense of it. I’ll come back tomorrow night with fresh supplies.” I squeezed the doorknob, afraid to let go. Terrified to leave him, terrified that I still might read of fresh murders tomorrow in the newspaper. Sedatives might not be enough. Chains might not be enough. I had seen what the Beast could do. I’d have to make something even stronger to contain him until we could find the cure.
As I slid into my coat, my eyes darted around the room. Edward, so handsome as he checked his pocket watch, stood amid the twisted rosebushes, with Sharkey curled on the hearth and a warm fire churning away. Almost a sweet scene, if it wasn’t so terrible. I threw on my coat and shut the door, heart pounding.
I leaned my head back against the worn wood of the stairwell, eyes closed, uncertain if I was making the biggest mistake of my life by helping a murderer, or if I had found the one person in the world who understood me.
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TWELVE
WHEN I’D LEFT THE house that morning, the professor had been so distracted by that Isambard Lessing’s visit that he hadn’t asked when I’d be home. By now he must be worried sick, and I imagined every light would be blazing, a search party gathered on the front steps.
But as I approached the brownstone on Dumbarton Street, not a single light shone in the windows. The professor’s routine was predictable to a fault; brandy after dinner and a book until nine, then at the chime of the cuckoo clock, he retired to his bedroom on the third floor. But even as a man of habit, would he have dismissed Mary for the day and gone to bed without me home? Could he have been so distracted over his argument with Isambard Lessing that he’d forgotten to look in my room?
My mind turned back to that historian, and with a sharp stab I remembered that the professor had introduced Lessing as a King’s Man. Could the professor have never left the King’s Club at all? Could Edward have possibly been right, that he was the secret colleague?
Fears stirring, I slunk past the iron gate and tiptoed through the snow to climb the garden trellis. When I reached my bedroom window, shivering in the cold, I discovered that the window wouldn’t move. I shoved my weight against it, but it held fast. I squinted through the glass. The padlock had been substituted with a fresh one.
Blast. This didn’t bode well.
I climbed back down and jumped into the garden, hesitant to knock on the door and wake the professor if it could at all be avoided. Fortunately, as I skirted the house, I found that Mary had left the kitchen window open a crack, and I silently thanked her forgetfulness. I gracelessly hoisted myself onto the window ledge and slid my stiff fingers into the crack, opening it as silently as I could.
The kitchen was dark, the icebox and basin hulking shadows. I eased my head and shoulders in, kicking my feet to try to slide in further.
I had almost made it when two hands grabbed me under the arms and hauled me roughly the rest of the way.