Stalking Jack the Ripper (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #1)(91)
“It’ll all work out,” he said softly, then grinned. “I could always have a word with your father. I’m not surprised he fancies me. I am rather hard to resist.”
I snorted, removing my hand from his. “I should like to see you sit down to tea with my father. Perhaps you could even tell him how many times you’ve indecently asked for a kiss.”
“You mean how I’ve successfully received a kiss, I believe. If that’s what the lady wants, I shall act immediately.” Thomas shrugged and made to walk up the stairs, but I grabbed him and pointed to where Uncle was huffing across the room.
“If you don’t go over there and assist him”—I nodded in Uncle’s direction—“I fear he may start throwing things.”
“Admit it. You’re afraid your father will love me and we’ll be betrothed before the night is through.” Thomas leaned closer, his lips tickling my ear in the most inappropriate manner as Uncle cleared his throat. “I rather fancy the thought of more adventures with you, Miss Wadsworth.”
I shook my head. Of course now he’d address me properly. The fiend. He pressed a chaste kiss to my hand, then stalked off toward my uncle, taking my place near the exposed brain.
I watched him remove a piece of it before silently making my way upstairs. I’d miss him terribly and a new wave of grief flooded my system. Nathaniel was gone and now Father would banish me from my apprenticeship, taking Uncle and Thomas from me as well. I had nothing.
I reached the top of the stairs and halted. Father’s broad form blocked the doorway, imposing as ever. I twisted Mother’s ring, all too aware it probably had droplets of dried blood on it.
Father glanced over my shoulder, then settled his attention on me. He needn’t say a thing. His emotions were clearly written across his face. Anyone could read their meaning. I held a hand up, tired and defeated.
Nathaniel involved himself in science and ended up buried. Perhaps it was a sign I needed to give it up as well. I was tired of fighting both society and life. Giving in felt weak, but the gaping hole in my chest swallowed any burning desire to carve my own path.
“Please. Spare me from the lecture this once. I am a shameful creature who does not deserve our good name.” My breath hitched in my throat. I’d not cry now. Not like this. “You were right, Father. Nothing good can come from such wicked pursuits. Perhaps if Nathaniel hadn’t been obsessed with such things he’d still be alive and well now. I will not disobey your wishes again.”
For the first time, I meant what I said. I was not crossing my fingers behind my back, or willing to beg forgiveness later. I’d find another profession and another path to take in life. I did not fool myself into thinking I’d ever be content with staying home and tending to the house, but I’d search for some other way to fulfill my soul.
Father reached for me and I flinched. His eyes grew misty. “Have I been so cruel that you fear me?” I shook my head. He’d never hit me, and I felt a new wave of shame for flinching away from him. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”
He pulled an envelope from his overcoat pocket and inhaled deeply. “After your mother died, it was as if each shadow grew talons and claws and was threatening to steal away everything I loved.”
Father stared at the envelope in his hands. “Fear is a hungry beast. The more you feed it, the more it grows. My misguided intentions were good, but I’m afraid they didn’t turn out as I’d planned.” He tapped his heart. “I thought by keeping you close, keeping you safe in our home, I could protect you from such monsters.”
A few moments passed and I longed to reach out and hold him. To say something, but couldn’t. There was something about this moment that felt too fragile, a bubble of soap floating above bath water.
He stood straighter and finally met my gaze. “Did you know I spoke with your uncle last week?”
I drew my brows together. “I’m afraid he didn’t mention it.”
A genuine smile tugged at the corners of Father’s mouth. “It’s about time the ornery fool listened to me.” He handed me the envelope. “I asked him to put in a good word for you. You’re brilliant and beautiful and life has countless possibilities for you. Which is precisely why I’m sending you away.”
The stairwell spun before my eyes and I nearly swayed backward. This was so much worse than I could’ve imagined. Panic cinched my lungs together.
“You cannot send me away!” I cried. “I promise I’ll be good. No more corpses or postmortems, or police investigations. I swear!”
Father came forward and did the very last thing I expected him to do. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.
“Silly child,” he said, not unkindly. “I’m sending you to a forensic medicines school. It’s one of the very best in Europe. Took all of my connections and your uncle’s good word to secure you a place in the class. You leave for Romania in a week.”
I pulled back enough to look Father in the eyes. There was something there that stole my breath and boosted my spirit: pride. My father was proud of me, and he was giving me the freedom I so longed for. This time when the tears came they were for an entirely different reason. “Is this truly real? Or am I dreaming?”
I must’ve looked like a fish taken from the water, gulping at air. I shut my mouth and stared at Father. How he approved of this was truly miraculous. Or a delusion. I studied him, trying to decide if he’d been abusing the tonic again.