Kady Cross - The Girl in the Clockwork Collar

For Kenzie Mae. The worlds a little brighter with you in it.

High above the Atlantic Ocean July 1897

What are you doing?

Finley Jayne smiled in the darkness. She should have known Griffin would come looking for her. Gripping the slender prow with both hands, she glanced over her shoulder and saw him standing just inside the dirigibles softly lighted observation deck. The wind blew strands of hair into her face. Finding out how it feels to fly, she replied.

Youre over three thousand feet in the air. His gravelly voice carried over the sound of the airships engines. Flying might prove fatal.

Finley laughed. That was his way of scolding her for having ignored the signs that warned passengers not to climb out the windows or over the protective railings. Griffin King was the Duke of Greythorne, and sometimes he carried the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. That he was worried about her was ... sweet.

Were going to be landing soon, he called, trying another tactic. Why dont you come in and make sure you have all your things?

Im packed and ready, she called back. Why dont you come out here and see how beautiful New York City is at night?

She didnt expect him to take her up on the dare. It wasnt that he was a cowardhe was anything but. However, as a duke and an only child, it would be irresponsible of him to risk his life for no reason but a pretty view, just because she asked. No, Griffin wouldnt be so foolish, but Jack would.

Finley pushed the thought of the notorious criminal Jack Dandy from her mind. Jack was in London, and it wasnt fair of her to compare Griffin to him when neither of the young men had an equal.

There was a faint noise behind her, and the next thing she knew, Griffin was there, sitting with her on this narrow shaft. All that was below them was the ships figureheada robust blonde woman of dubious virtue carved from woodand thousands of miles of night.

What are you doing? Finley demanded, her tone a reflection of what his own had beenonly slightly more panicked. She wasnt that breakable, but Griffin was. You shouldnt be out here.

One of his legs brushed the back of hers. Beneath her striped stocking, her skin prickled. I know, but I hear its the only way to experience the sensation of flying. She could tell he was smiling without being able to see his handsome face. It is magnificent, isnt it? Look, theres the Statue of Liberty.

It was magnificent, so much so that Finley couldnt find words to reply. Spread out before themjust beyond the ships lanternswas a blanket of lights. It looked like stars covered the ground, and set a short distance from it all was the largest lady shed ever seen, the glow from her torch illuminating from her raised hand to just the top of her crowned head. The lights of the dirigible brought the rest of her into view.

I asked the pilot to fly by her so we can have a better look, Griff said.

Asked or told? she teased. This was Griffins private airshipthe Helena, named after his mother. Someone else might fly it for him, but he was the one in charge.

He smiled. Asked. What do you think of America so far?

Its grand. It came out a little more exuberant than shed planned. She had never been outside Englandnever been outside Londonso this was already the adventure of a lifetime for her. Never mind that only a fortnight ago, shed been battling for the safety of all the world against a madman. That had been terrible and frightening and not really a proper adventure at all. But thissoaring above the vast Atlantic Ocean with the night wind in her hair and Griffin sitting behind herwas amazing.

She felt close to him, enough that it scared her a little. She didnt even know who she was inside, and he was a duke who could bring down buildings from the inside out by controlling the Aether. There could never be anything but friendship between them, but that didnt stop her from the occasional daydream. He made her feel like she could do anything she set her mind towhat girl wouldnt have a bit of a crush?

Would you like to know how it really feels to fly? he asked her.

Finley turned her head. Their perch was precarious at best. One wrong move, and one, if not both, of them could tumble to their very death. Part of her was terrified at the thought and another part was thrilled by the danger. Recently, shed started trying to reconcile the two very distinct halves of herself, and with Griffins help shed made incredible progress. But now she was left trying to ascertain just what sort of girl she was. Was she the sort of girl who truly wanted to know what it felt like to fly?

I ...

Oy! cried a strange voice from behind. What in the blazes is you two up to? Youre not allowed out there!

Caught. Griffins voice held a trace of regret. Lets go in before Emily and Sam come looking for us.

Finley waited until hed slid away before inching along the polished wood. Griffin was waiting for her on the narrow expanse of deck to give her a hand up. Then he helped her through the window before easing his own body through.

A man in uniform stood on the glossy wood of the viewing gallery floor, a frown on his face. The man glared at her, then turned his attention to the young man beside her, who stood tall and lean in a dark gray suit, his reddish-brown hair mussed by the wind. A lopsided smile curved his lips as his stormy blue gaze settled on the officer. The man paled.

Your Grace. His voice was hoarse.

Griffins grin broadened. Apologies, my good man. You were right to scold us. Well give you no more worry. Then he turned to Finley. Want to watch the landing?

He offered her his arm, and she took it, allowing him to draw her toward the large glass window next to the one theyd just crawled through. It was so amazing that he owned all of this.

You know, if you werent a duke and this was a public ship, wed be in a terrible spot of bother right now.

Griff made a scoffing noise. If I werent a duke and this were public, we wouldnt have been able to afford passage. Honestly, what they charge for a transatlantic voyage on these contraptions is akin to highway robbery.

So you thought buying your own was the more economical choice? She managed to keep a straight face but not the laughter out of her voice.

He shrugged, but she caught the smile he tried to hide. They gave me a very good price. Besides, it was the only way I could make Sam fly. He has Emily check the mechanical parts before every voyage.

Sams a baby, she remarked, thinking the comparison fit. She didnt mean any insultwell, not much. Sam Morgan was Griff s best friend. He was also part machine, moody and the biggest lout shed ever met. Still, he had a way of growing on a person, like mold on cheese.

She kind of liked knowing he was afraid of air travel. He was even harder to hurt than she was and wasnt afraid of much.

Speak of the devil, Griff murmured, looking over the top of her head.

Finley turned and saw Sam and Emily walking toward them, both dressed for dinner. Sam looked uncomfortable in his black-and-white evening attire, though he looked decent enough with his long dark hair smoothed back. There seemed to be nothing that could be done for his perpetual frown. Emily, on the other hand, was like a ray of sunshine. Ropes of copper hair were wound into a loose bun on the back of her head, and her blue-green eyes were brightened by the russet-colored gown she wore. The four of them looked as though they were going to a ball rather than following a suspected murderer to a strange country.

Their friend Jasper Renn had been accused of murder and taken from Griff s house by bounty hunters five days earlier. They would have followed immediately after him if they could have, but despite having his own airship, it took Griffin almost a day to make preparations and get everything ready.