Kady Cross - The Girl with the Windup Heart

There was a most villainous killer on the loose. For weeks the nobility of Great Britain had been terrifiedparticularly the gentlemen. More than usual had fled to the country to their family homes, and those who hadnt family seats had gone with those who had to hunt and have lavish parties. They thought they were safe away from London, but they werent. Thered been three murders outside of the city over the past monthtwo in Derbyshire, and one in Leicestershire. All three had happened at house parties where the guest lists contained almost exactly the same names. Two more deaths had happened in London, also at parties.

The victims were all men and they had all been burned to death. From the inside. That fact made the murders odd enough that Her Majesty Queen Victoria had requested that Griffin King, Duke of Greythorne, investigate. The only clue Griffin had to go on were two loose pearls found at the scene of one of the Derbyshire murders. Based on that scant evidence, the press had decided the killer was a woman, and dubbed her Lady Ash because ash was exactly that to which her victims were reduced.

Griffin had a particular dislike for the press but unfortunately they seemed to be correct. It seemed the killer was indeed a woman, but who? And why?

Ive never seen people madder than the aristocracy, Finley Jayne remarked as she lounged on the sofa in the library of King House, nibbling on shortbread. An audio cylinder of Beethoven played softly in the background. Excluding you, of course.

He smiled at her. Of course. Griffin treasured these quiet moments when it was just the two of them doing mundane things. True, they were trying to catch a criminal, but tea and biscuits made it seem normal. Any moment now he expected someone to come barging in, but for the time being he was contenta feeling he rarely experienced anymore.

He wasnt an idiot. He knew that he had to confide in Finley that The Machinist, Leonardo Garibaldi, was haunting him. Everyone had expected something of that nature to occur after the villain had died. Even from beyond the grave, Garibaldi was hell-bent on destroying Griffin and everything he held dear. The Machinist gave him no rest. Hed appear at any time of day, during any sort of function. Sometimes Griffin could send him back to the Aether, or ignore him, but other times...

Garibaldi was getting stronger. Very strong. Being dead had only made it easier for him to harness Aetheric energy and use it for his own dark purposes. Soon, the ghost would make his move, but with any luck not until they found and apprehended Lady Ash.

What would happen when Garibaldi came for him was anyones guess. Griffin worked on strengthening his own abilities, but it felt more draining than empowering. He was tired all the time, and all he wanted was to commit Finleys smile to memoryjust in case. He wasnt being maudlin, just prepared. Death didnt frighten him, but imagining all the things Garibaldi might have in store for him before and after...well, that was disconcerting. Still, he wasnt about to go without a fight, and even if Garibaldi did his worst, Griffin would find a way outand defeat his nemesis.

He reached out from where he sat on the sofa beside Finley and stroked a lock of black that ran through her honey-blond hair. It had appeared shortly after theyd amalgamated the two sides of her Aetheric self. Shed rather been like that Jekyll and Hyde character before, though much prettier.

She glanced at him, amber eyes troubled. What?

He shook his head. Nothing. Just wanted to touch you.

She snuggled closer. You can touch me whenever you like.

Thats an interesting invitation, he murmured, trailing his fingers down her neck. She was wearing a violet frock with long sleeves under a black leather corset. Even though hed helped lace the corset that very morning, there was something tantalizing about possibly getting her out of it.... He pressed his lips to her throat.

The door to the library burst open.

Finley swore. Griffin chuckled. Of course the others would choose this moment to show up. Their timing was, as always, terrible.

They filed in one after the otherEmily in front, followed by Sam, Wildcat and Jasper. A motley bunch if ever there was one. Emily carried a stack of papers, and had that expression on her freckled face that said she believed shed solved a puzzle. Griffin loved to see that look.

What did you find? he asked as Finley sat up, putting a little distance between them. He wanted to pull her back, but she wasnt much for flaunting their relationship in front of other people, even their friends.

Emily flopped down in a nearby chair, spreading the papers out on the tea table. Lady Ash, I think.

Sam snatched a shortbread from the plate and shoved the entire biscuit in his mouth. Shes a genius.

It always amazed Griffin to watch Sam eat. His friend loved food so much that somehow he managed to talk without spraying crumbsas though his mouth knew better than to waste them by spitting them out.

That goes without saying, Griffin agreed.

Just let her speak, will you? Finley was peevishand it was obvious. Griffin patted her thigh. Hed make certain they had some time alone later.

Emily arched an eyebrow at the other girls tone and Wildcat and Jasper shared a glance. Maybe Griffin should speak to the cowboy and ask him how he managed to find time to sneak away with Cat. They never seemed to have a problem spending time together. In fact, there had been times when theyd been impossible to find. People always seemed to find him.

I used the Aether engine to compile a list of possible suspects, Emily informed them in her Irish lilt. I compared the guest list to all the gatherings with the Scotland Yard accounts of recently reported burglaries.

Finley frowned. But Lady Ash hasnt stolen anything. Has she?

Emily grinned, seemingly unaware of just how foul the other girls mood was. No, but I reckoned she might be intelligent enough to realize someone would look into her ruined pearls. Two aristocratic women reported having pearls stolen as of late, but only one was invited toand attendedeach of the parties.

They all stared at herwaiting. She sat there, smiling at them as tension built.

Emily, Finley growled. Just tell us who the bloody hell she is.

Shes in an ugly mood, Em, Sam added. Best not to poke too much.

The little Irish girl sighed. I stayed up all night compiling this datathe least you all can do is allow me to bask in my success.

Bask later. Finley sounded as though her jaw was glued shut. Griffin hid a smile. It was cruel of himchildish even, but how could he not love knowing that she was so sour because theyd been interrupted?

Just tell us, Em, he urged. And then we can praise your hard work and genius.

That seemed to appease her. She lit up like Guy Fawkes Night. Lady Grantfarthen.

Grantfarthen. It wasnt a title Griffin knew well, but then, he wasnt exactly a social butterfly. As a young noble, especially a duke, he was a person that many sought to know, curry favor from or shove their daughters at. He had more important things to do than dance and drink champagne. Although, perhaps if hed done a little more of that, his life wouldnt always seem to be in peril.

Her husband was a viscount, Emily went on. They spent most of their time at their country estate in Lincolnshire until Lord Grantfarthen shot himself over gaming debts, and the new heir tossed Lady Grantfarthen out.