A Darkness Strange and Lovely (Something Strange and Deadly #2)(53)

“No. Wait . . . Please.”

I frowned as he tugged me, and against my better judgment, I let him guide me between two columns. He bent toward me, his gaze roving over my face—some of his old slouch back. “Did he hurt you?”

“Who?”

“Marcus.”

I reared back slightly. “Oh no. I managed to get away before he could do anything.”

“Is he here?” Daniel leaned in more closely. “Are you in danger now?”

“No—not yet. At least, I don’t think so. I cannot be entirely sure.” I was rambling—Daniel’s proximity was making my head spin. “I do think he will follow, though—”

I didn’t get to finish, for at that moment, Daniel’s eyes landed on my right hand. “What is that?”

“My hand.” I curled my fingers into a fist.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled at the glove, but the instant he saw flesh, he let go, repulsed.

“How? How’s this possible?”

“It’s a long story.” I tugged my glove back in place. “One I would rather not share.”

“Tell me!” His voice lashed out like a pistol shot. “I have a right to know!”

“A right?” I hissed. “What, pray tell, gives you any right to know about me?” I backed up two steps. “Have you forgotten how you left things between us in Philadelphia? You cannot simply show up in a fancy balloon, Daniel, and expect me to fall at your feet. I am not some girl to be trifled—”

“I ain’t expecting that!” he snapped. “I just wanna know where that came from.”

A female squeal burst out behind me. “Monsieur Sheridan!”

I whirled around, and my stomach flew into my throat. Rushing toward us, all smiles and perfect couture, was beautiful girl after beautiful girl. Their lashes batted so wildly I thought they might be having conniptions.

Daniel stood, clearly bewildered as the array of silly girls came nearer and nearer. And though this was easily the worst nightmare I could ever conjure, it was also an opportunity to escape Daniel’s temper.

So as fast as humanly possible, I fled for the restaurant. Yet I was almost immediately intercepted —by Joseph and Jie.

“Eleanor,” Joseph said, beckoning for me to follow him out of the lobby and into the relative quiet of the main stairwell. He and Jie paused at the bottom step, and then he turned a hard eye on me. “You did not come to the lab last night.”

“I’m sorry,” I said tiredly. “I did not get in until quite late.”

“Did you have a nice time?” Jie asked, sliding her hands into her pockets. “Was the Madame’s house really—”

“You could have come this morning,” Joseph cut in. “It is imperative that we fix your magic as soon as possible.”

“Fix it?” I repeated. “It’s not as if it is broken.”

He dipped his chin, watching me from the tops of his eyes. “That is precisely the problem, Eleanor. It is broken, and yet you act as if what you did yesterday was of no consequence.”

“What are you talking about?” I glanced at Jie, but she merely shrugged—and looked incredibly uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. “What did I do yesterday?”

“You used your necromancy.” Joseph’s voice was curt. “You used your own power to stop that corpse.”

“But I stopped the corpse, didn’t I?”

“Not properly, non.”

“Properly?” My voice came out shrill with annoyance. “What should I have done, pray tell?”

“Not relied on self-power.”

“Joseph,” Jie said, pleading, “you’re being a little rough on her, don’t you think?”

“She knows the dangers of self-power,” Joseph replied, not taking his eyes off mine. “We had discussed it only moments before the Dead alarm rang.” He leaned toward me, his voice low.

“Eleanor, your body is so accustomed to using its own magic, you are automatically reacting with spells. Your body wants to use its power, and this is very dangerous. If this is how you respond when a single corpse is present, I shudder to imagine what will happen when we finally face Marcus. You must resist your magic. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I snapped, my temper flaring to life. “Though it might help if you would teach me how to actually do that, wouldn’t it?”

“And I will—as soon as I return from this assembly.”

I bit back a groan. “Fine. Let me know when you have returned from your assembly. Now, if you will excuse me, I have breakfast to finish.” Then, with nothing more than an apologetic smile for Jie, I stomped off to the restaurant—and found Laure ordering a fresh pot of coffee.

“Where ’ave you been?” she demanded.

I ignored the question, shifting from foot to foot as I asked, “Would you care to see my room?” I wanted something—anything—to distract me from the last twenty minutes. “We can have the rest of our meal sent up. I have a lovely balcony.”

Laure hesitated. “Is this to escape that young man—”

“No.” I moaned.

Her lips pursed with disbelief.

“All right, perhaps it is. Now come with me. Please?”