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"I wasn’t, I swear I wasn’t"

The Frenchwoman winced "I believe that, Lady Maccon But I will be in the minority"

"Why would you trust me when even my husband does not?" Alexia looked down at her own sto hands upon it

"Because I kno very little we understand about preternaturals"

"You are interested in studying me, aren’t you, Madame Lefoux?"

"You are a re not to cry, herwith Conall’s words "Then how is this possible?" She pressed hard against her sto the tiny creature inside to explain itself to her

"I iure out Coet you out of this place"

The Frenchwoht out into the hallway She was surprisingly strong for such a delicate-looking creature, probably all that lifting of heavyremarkably somber

"Sister, there was the most awful to-do," she said as soon as she saw them "I believe your husband just smashed one of the hall tables into a thousand pieces with his fist" She cocked her head "It was an astonishingly ugly table, but still, one could always give it to the deserving poor, couldn’t one?"

"Weone arm supportively about Alexia’s waist

"Good Lord, why?"

"Your sister is pregnant, and Lord Maccon has cast her out"

Felicity frowned "Well, that does not follow"

Madairl, run off and gather your things together We air directly"

Three-quarters of an hour later, a borrowed Kingair carriage sped away toward the nearest train station The horses were fresh and ood time, even in the slush and mud

Alexia, still overcome with the e door and poked her head out into the rushing wind

"Sister, come away from theThat reak havoc with your hair And, really, your hair doesn’t need the excuse," Felicity jawed on Alexia ignored her, so Felicity looked to the Frenchworientle hand on Alexia’s back, rubbing it softly Alexia did not appear to notice

"For what?"

"Howling, running wolves"

And Alexia was listening, but there was only the daht