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Chapters (48)
  1. Dedication
  2. Epigraph
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. Part 1: The Wedding That Wasn’t
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. From THE NEW DEMONPEDIA.com
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12: The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book One
  18. The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book One
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Part 2: The Trip to Paris
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18: The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Two
  26. The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Two
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24: The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Three
  33. The Journal of Cecile Cabot—Book Three
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Part 3: Esmé’s Secret
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. EPILOGUE
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Discover More
  48. By Constance Sayers

Lara frowned at the accusation. “I didn’t do anything. I was cuing one of the Dangerous Tendencies albums, and there was a song when you ran the album backward. I mentioned it to Dad, who said they hadn’t done backmasking on the Tending album, so to prove his point, he cued the record up and there was nothing. But then I tried…”

“And—” Audrey’s voice fell like she knew where Lara was going with the story. “The song was there.”

“He said it was Peter Beaumont’s song.”

“Peter?” The look of alarm on her mother’s face caused Lara to step back.

“And the song I heard had never actually been recorded.” Lara started to hum a few bars.

Audrey turned pale.

“You know the song?”

She nodded and turned, walking down the street, holding her stomach.

“Dad believes Peter was sending him a message.”

Audrey stopped walking again.

“The way he looked at me,” recalled Lara, observing the change in her mother’s face. “It was like he’d seen a ghost. You know, like you’re looking at me now.”

Audrey’s voice was low, yet no one was around to hear them. “It was magic, Lara. Just like the enchantment of a gown or the turn of a lock.” She backtracked a few steps, her expression weary. If it hadn’t been for the pink lipstick, she would have looked sickly. “You must remember to hide your magic, my dear. It has the potential to hurt others who don’t understand.” Audrey gathered her gown and walked down the cobblestones past the cemetery gate. The discussion was over.

The pathway leading to City Hall was lit with hurricane lanterns with tall white candles burning. At the stairway, the Rivoli jugglers were tossing fire and a small group stood to watch them. As they ascended the steps, Lara saw a sea of black and white formal wear in front of her. The lobby of the two-story building with its curving staircase had been converted for the gala. Other than the Victorian Christmas celebration when the twenty-five-foot tree stood here, this was the biggest event in the town. The Rivoli Circus had loaned out their orchestra for the occasion, and the sound of stringed instruments tuning themselves could be heard around the block.