Rebel Magisters (Rebel Mechanics #2)(83)

“But are you up to it?” Flora asked.

“Just as long as I don’t have to host dinner parties.” She turned to the footmen. “You can bring in my trunks.”

They carried the sedan chair away, and Elinor addressed me. “I think we should stick with your usual routine, the way Henry did things. I don’t anticipate there needing to be any changes around here, though you don’t have to worry about me disappearing to go hunt bugs.”

“And Flora and I won’t have to travel to have tea with you and discuss books,” I said, still feeling a little dazed by how much had happened.

“Of course not! And that means we can do it every day. Really, Miss Newton, you won’t have to change a thing.” There was something odd about the way she said that, looking directly at me and emphasizing the words as though they were significant. She turned to head up the stairs to her room, and as I watched her go, her veil still hanging behind her head and down her back, I realized who she reminded me of.

Lady Elinor was the veiled lady who appeared at the Rebel Mechanics’ events. Which meant she’d known all along about my involvement with them. And I suspected that meant our household was going to remain a rebel stronghold.

I couldn’t help but smile. Things were about to get very interesting.




THE END