Once the night was over, Wink never expected to lay eyes on either of them again.īut Sir Merrick came back to Wapping and told Tom a story. Constable McCullough had been the handsomest thing she'd ever seen, though the older man-Sir Merrick he'd called himself-wasn't exactly an ogre. Neither did the young constable with the curling black hair and twinkling dark eyes, who'd winked at her, but not given her away to the other coppers. A toff, helping the likes of them? It didn't make any sense. He'd helped slay the monsters, and he'd let Wink, Tom and the others run away before the coppers came. There she'd been, fighting vampyres in a stinking Wapping alleyway with her friends, like always, and along had come this man. In the space of the last two months, Wink's world had turned upside down and inside out. Everybody at the wedding also pretended not to see that both the bride and groom had been recently injured, and still sported a bandage or two beneath their silks and satins. He was old, as was the duchess, but they'd been kind to Wink and pretended they didn't notice when her speech slipped back into the cant of a Wapping pickpocket. Winifred Carter, almost sixteen, barely dared to breathe for fear that something would ruin the moment as a burly dark man and a fair-haired faerie-tale princess said their wedding vows in the garden of a duke.Ĭor, an honest-to-bloody-goodness duke.
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