“Believe it,” Lady Marie said. “Genevieve’s time on the stage is over, but I’ve no doubt you’ll make a wonderful successor. Your talents, it would seem, are endless.”

“I’ll do my best.” My words sounded breathy, and a bead of sweat ran down the back of my leg. She was not talking about my voice…

“Are you quite well, dear?” She touched my arm, and every muscle in my body twitched. She frowned.

Get control of yourself!

“Sorry!” I took a deep breath, trying to control my pounding heart, but it did no good. “My apologies, my lady. I’m overwhelmed – I didn’t expect this.”

Lady Marie’s frown melted away, but that did nothing to ease the tension singing through my veins. “Such an innocent little thing you are. Hard to believe, given whom you’ve been spending time with…”

“Please excuse the interruption, my lady, but Monsieur Johnson is asking for my daughter.”

My mother had appeared out of nowhere, and was now standing next to me. She knows about the trolls, my mind screamed, but I forced a smile onto my face.

“By all means, take her,” Lady Marie replied, eyes fixed on Genevieve’s, expression flinty. “After all, that is why she is here.” Her gaze went to me. “We’ll be watching every move you make, Cécile. Be sure of it.”

I bobbed a shaky curtsey, allowing my mother to lead me away. A droning like that of a swarm of flies filled my ears, and I could all but feel her eyes burning into my back.

“What did she want?” My mother’s breath brushed against my ear, her voice low. “What did she say?”

“That she might like for me to perform for them in the future.” My tongue felt almost too numb to form the words correctly.

“Excellent.” Her voice was low and full of satisfaction. “She and her predecessors have long supported the opera. I’m pleased Marie intends to maintain the relationship.”

My head jerked up and down, but my mind shouted something quite different. Marie knew I was a witch and she knew about the trolls, I was sure of it. But then why invite me to perform? Why not lock me in a dungeon or burn me at the stake like every other witch the Regency caught? What did she want from me? How much did she know?

We’ll be watching every move you make… We’ll be watching… We’ll… As the words repeated themselves, a theory began to form in my mind. An idea that should have sent me running as fast and far as my feet would take me. But instead a wicked anticipation like nothing I’d felt before fueled my stride.

I’ve found her.

Chapter 15

Tristan

“Item fourteen!” The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the market, voice magnified by a simple but effective trick of magic. I watched, but I didn’t see. I listened, but I didn’t hear. It was merely a place to be while I thought.

I’d heard nothing since leaving Marc in the depths of the mines. That meant the worst had not happened – he hadn’t sunk so low as to wreak vengeance upon Trollus, nor found some way to contrive to end his life. Which didn’t mean he was well, and certainly didn’t mean he’d forgiven me, but I’d take it. My problems were stacked high enough that even small blessings were a relief.