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The reclusive artificer stepped back to reveal our trunk raised up on a s wheel and a clockinding box on the back

"Wind the key, and as long as you’re on the road or flat ground, at least one of you can ride Sell it in Dover for traveling ered on the key as if he were adopting out a puppy of which he had grown fond

"Thank you so en stepped forward

"It was n"

"Good Lord, woruff, but he pulled her close and kissed her hair with a fondness that made my lonely heart ache

Jacinda Harville stepped up next, handing me a knife in a leather sheath "One of Marco’s Stay lively so I can read about you in the Franchian papers, yes?"

I’d liked the journalist ever since she’d drawn a flattering picture of h her beloved knife throas a man of feords, he winked and nodded Funny to think I’d crushed on hio that I’d watched hi of passion and adventure that I still hadn’t found

"Maybe we’ll see you there soon," Jacinda added "Lots of juicy stories in Franchia"

"Lass is getting restless for adventure," Marco said, and I would’ve sworn he goosed her

All the s en, Jacinda and her daggered for: soht back tears and was about to launch into a big speech when Mademoiselle Caprice appeared, a valise in her hand

"Allons-y," she said with great fanfare

"Let’s go where?" I asked

Caprice looked at h and failed

"To Ruin, of course" She pinned Crient, and you concurred A?"

Despite the fact that I ell aware that Criminy was the most vicious predator for hundreds of rowled "A chaperone? You’re sending us with a chaperone?"

Tish alnizing that she was an excellent target for an angry Blud Surely you don’t think I’irls to Franchia by theotiate air travel You don’t speak the language And even if I illing to take the chance, no one will do business with young hu We’re in our twenties And we’re dangerous"

He s a dog I snapped at hierous, yes And Mademoiselle Caprice will keep you under leash until you’re in a safe place Franchia is a different country Daimons have different rules She’ll fill you in and e of you"

"No one can--"

He put a finger against s, and write ry letter froain Then, suddenly, Made toward Mr Murdoch’s wheeled trunk conveyance The twin tracks cut by our wagon caravan dwarfed it on either side as they stretched across the moors, back toward the port city of Dover I was just about to ask ould ride first when Maderace and settled her skirts over our trunk Cherie and I exchanged glances; walking was so unglamorous

"Have fun, honey," Tish said