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Eighteen-year-old maid Tess Davies is determined to escape the wealthy, troubled family she serves. Its 1912, and Tess has been trapped in the employ of the Lisles for years, amid painful memories and twisted secrets. But now the Lisle family is headed to America, with Tess in tow. Once the ship theyre sailing onthe RMS Titanicreaches its destination, Tess plans to strike out and create a new life for herself. Her single-minded focus shatters when she meets Alec, a handsome first-class passenger who captivates her instantly. But Alec has secrets of his own. Hes in a hurry to leave Europe, and whispers aboard the ship say its because of the tragic end of his last affair with the French actress who died so gruesomely and so mysteriously. . . . Soon Tess will learn just how dark Alecs past truly is. The danger they face is no ordinary enemy: werewolves exist and are stalking himand now her, too. Her growing love for Alec will put Tess in mortal peril, and fate will do the same before their journey on the Titanic is over. In Fateful, New York Times bestselling author Claudia Gray delivers paranormal adventure, dark suspense, and alluring romance set against the opulent backdrop of the Titanics firstand lastvoyage.

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Claudia Gray


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APRIL 9, 1912

Its not too late to turn back , I tell myself.

As a group of sailors leer at me, I cross my arms in front and wish my coat werent so shabby. Though the spring days are warm now, the nights are cool, and the sea-sharpened wind cuts through thin cloth.

The streets of Southampton darken as the hour grows late, not that I can see the sun or anything so cheery with all these tall buildings surrounding me. My feet, accustomed to either the dirt roads of my home village or the polished floors of Moorcliffe, stumble on the cobblestones. I like to think of myself as a steady sort of girl, but the unfamiliarity of everyone and everything around me has put me off balance. The city seems dangerous, and dusk here seems more forbidding than midnight at home.

I could go back to the hotel suite, where my employers await. I could just say that the shop was closed, that I wasnt able to purchase the bootlaces. Miss Irene wouldnt mind a bit; she didnt want to send me out on my own in the first place.

But Lady Regina would be furiouseven over something as trivial as my not being able to purchase extra bootlaces for the trip. Lady Reginas fury would spill over into Mrs. Hornes punishment. Im afraid of being out in a city on my own, but Im more afraid of getting sacked before I reach America.

So I square my shoulders and hurry along the road. My servants dress, long and black, complete with white apron and puffy linen cap, marks me as lower class and insignificant. But it also says that I am employed by a household wealthy enough to have servants run the errands. Maybe that keeps me safe. The men around me know that I work for people of quality, and that if anything were to happen to me, those people might be upset and demand justice.

Luckily, these men dont know Lady Regina. Her only reaction to my death would be annoyance at having to find another maid who could fit in the same uniforms, so she wouldnt have to pay for new ones.

Something dark swoops overheada seagull, I think, and I lift one hand above my head to ward it off. I never saw a gull before this afternoon, and already Ive come to despise the loud, greedy things.

But its not a seagull. I dont get a very good look at it, fast as it goes by, but I see the sharp angles of the wings, the quick flutter. Its a bat, I think. Even worse. That reminds me of the gothic novels Ive sneaked peeks at in the Lisle family library Frankenstein and Dracula and Udolpho , all the scary ones that were so much fun to read in a warm, well-lit room but seem far too plausible when Im alone as darkness falls.

I wouldnt have expected to see a bat flying through the streets of Southampton, but then, what do I know of the world beyond Moorcliffe and my home village? Only once before in my life have I ever been anywhere elseand that but for a day, just because Daisy needed me very badly.

And now I am planning a greater journey yet

You mustnt think of such things right now. You can worry about all that after you get on the ship.

After its too late to turn back.

Resolutely I continue on my path toward the shop. The sailors thin out a bit, though the streets still seem crowded to me. I know Ive got to get used to it, because were traveling to New York City, which I understand makes Southampton look like a small town.

All the same, its a relief to turn off the main road and take what I hope is a shortcut toward the shop. This alleyway is so old and worn down by time that the stones dip into a V in the center, and my hobnail shoes make me clumsy as I continue on my way. Oh, for a pair of Miss Irenes dove-gray boots, of such soft leather they would never blister, and light on the feet instead of heavy

The bat swoops overhead again, so close I think its diving for my cap.

Though I feel a chill, I dont let my imagination run away with me; instead, I focus on the practicalities and clutch my cap to my head. If some fool bat steals part of my uniform, the Lisles will make me pay for a new one.

What time is it? No tellingIve never owned anything so fancy as a wristwatch, and theres no church tower clock to be seen here. Surely no shop will be open at this hour, but Lady Regina has it in her head that things are done differently in cities. I take heart as I turn a corner and see a group of men walking alongnot ruffians like the sailors, but gentlemen in fine hats and coats. They wont bother me.

I hasten my steps so that Ill fall in only a few feet behind them. They seem to be heading toward the shop, if Ive understood the directions the hotel concierge rather brusquely gave me. That gives me a little protection for the last bit of my journey. Breathing easier, I let my mind wander to tomorrows voyagemy first-ever glimpse of the ocean, my first-ever time to leave England

And, if I have my way, the last I shall ever see of my home country

You like to eavesdrop.

Caught off guard, I look up at the gentleman who has turned to face me. He, and all the others in his group, have stopped in their tracks. I drop a quick curtsy. No, sir. I wasnt listening, sir. I beg your pardon, sir. Thats the truth, too: One of the first things you learn, as a servant, is how to ignore conversations you dont care to hear. Otherwise youd go half-mad with boredom.

In the twilight shadows, I cant quite make out his featuresonly the dark spade of his Vandyke beard against his too-pale skin, and the uncanny glint in his eyes. His expensive pocket watch, worth more than ten years of my salary, dangles from a fob, oddly scratched for something so priceless. He tilts his head slightly as he studies me. You beg, you say.

Beg your pardon, sir, I repeat, and hurry past them without waiting to be excused. Normally Id never be so rude to gentlemen, but these are strangers, and probably they hoped to amuse themselves by making me grovel. Im in a hurry, thank you very much.

I cast one worried glance behind me, expecting to see them either laughing at me or already on their way. Instead, theyre all gone. As if they had vanished.

Unnerved, I try to remember what they said that they were so displeased I might have overheardthough I was paying them no mind, I can recall a few words and phrases now. Valuable influence, they said. And must be close by. A name: Marlowe. And something about let him know hes being watched.

That does sound a bit suspicious, but surely they know, whatever it is theyre up to, theres nothing any servant girl could do to stop them.

I try to refocus on my errand. Where was I supposed to take that last turn? Is this the name of the street? I can find no signs. It cant be more than ten minutes until nightfall, and finding my way home after dark will be difficult.

Then I hear footsteps, heavy and distinct. Coming closer.

I look behind me but can see no one. The footsteps are coming from some other angle, one I cant see. So probably whoever is coming cant see me either and is headed in this direction by no more than coincidence. But it unnerves me for no reason I can name. I turn to continue on my way, then gasp as I realize I am no longer alone.

A man is standing with me in the alleynot one of the frightening group from a few moments ago, but a young man, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He has the rich chestnut curls of a poet and the broad shoulders of a farmhand. His eyes are those of a hunted criminal.

Was it his footsteps I heard? Impossiblethey were from another direction. And he too is looking into the not-so-distant dark. His alarm is greater than my own.

Come with me, he says.

I beg your pardon, sir, but I cant. Does he take me for a streetwalker? How horrifying. And yet he looks well-bred in his handsome suit and gleaming shoes; surely he must recognize what my uniform means. Ive an errand to run

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