The lights had dimmed in the ballroom, ladies taking seats on the banquettes scattered around the room, gentlemen standing behind them with glasses of dark wine in their hands. Sabine spotted me the moment I entered the room, politely breaking off her conversation with an old woman who was dripping with rubies before strolling in my direction, looking for all the world as if she belonged among these people.

“I was wondering where you’d got off to,” she said, taking my arm. “The masque’s about to begin. Don’t you see how they’ve turned down the lamps, and how you can hear the actors moving behind the curtains…” She blathered on for a few minutes more until those near to us lost interest and stopped eavesdropping, and then she said, “Marie came in only moments before you, and she does not look pleased. Either the evening is not going as planned, or,” she lifted one eyebrow, “the plans are not to her liking.”

I eyed Lady du Chastelier over the top of Sabine’s blonde curls. She stood next to her husband, her expression studiously neutral, and though she nodded occasionally at the man speaking to them, it was clear she wasn’t listening. Her eyes swept the room, her face tightening ever so slightly as she noted Sabine and me, before returning to the conversation. I wondered how hard she’d fight to keep Anushka’s secret safe. I did not want to harm her, but if it meant saving my people, I’d do it anyway.

“Everyone believes she’s upset that Lord Aiden seems set to miss the masque that was commissioned in his honor – it’s all anyone will talk about. Besides you.”

“He’ll make an appearance shortly,” I muttered, but I could barely think for the tension threatening to split my skull. “Something’s happened. Cécile’s seen or learned of something, and whatever it is, it’s driven her nearly to the brink. I don’t think we can wait to find her after the performance – we need to know what’s happened now.”

“Did she give you a name?”

I shook my head. Genevieve?

“Where is she?”

“Not far.” I stared at the set as though with effort I might see through it. “In one of the rooms just beyond the ballroom. I need to find her.”

Sabine tugged sharply on my arm. “You can’t. The point of this is to lure her in, and if you go to Cécile, you’ll be doing the exact opposite.” Her eyes went to the stage. “Besides, Genevieve will be onstage in moments, and she is the one who needs your protection. I’ll go find Cécile. No one will think it strange to find me back there.”

It was my turn to hold her back. “They know you’re involved,” I said. “Be careful.”

I watched her blonde curls bob through the crowd and disappear behind the curtains just as the lights onstage dimmed. Fred chose that moment to reenter the ballroom, a frown on his face as he went over to stand at Marie’s elbow, his posture a remarkably good imitation of the choleric Lord Aiden.