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Author: Megan Shepherd

His foot tapped faster and his gaze drifted around the room until it settled on the parrot. His throat tightened. “It was among a collection of documents, that’s all.”

He’d always been a terrible liar. I studied him from the corner of my eye, wondering. His gaze darted again to the parrot on the dresser, and I stood up and started toward the cage, just wanting to look closer at its iridescent feathers as some sort of distraction from everything that was happening. Montgomery’s eyes were too real, too evocative, too familiar. I didn’t know what to do with myself around him.

But as soon as I reached for the cage, Montgomery shot up, knocking over the footstool, and beat me to the dresser. His hand closed over a small silver object next to the parrot’s cage. I blinked, uncertain, surprised by his actions.

“What is that?” I said quietly.

His fist clamped the object like a vise. His chest and arms were tensed. He’d always been strong. Now he was powerful.

Curiosity made me bolder. My fingers drifted away from the parrot’s cage and rested a breath above Montgomery’s closed fist. I wanted to touch his hand, feel the brush of his skin against mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Montgomery, what is that in your hand?”

His face was broken with things unsaid. “Miss Moreau . . .” The title sounded too formal on his lips. Juliet, I wanted him to call me.

My fingers trembled slightly. “Please. Tell me.”

Something changed in his face then. He seemed so grown-up, but it was all an act. I knew because I’d played the same role for years. But being with him tore down that facade and left me stripped, vulnerable, just like the look on his face now.

“Don’t be angry, Miss Moreau.” His voice was little more than a whisper. He looked away, softly, and opened his fist. The object dropped into my palm.

A pocket watch. I turned it over in my hand. Silver, with a gouge in the glass face and an inscription on the back that had all but worn away. It didn’t matter. I knew the words by heart. Thou shalt honor thy father and thy mother. Unlike my mother, who’d maintained her devoutness even after becoming a mistress, Father had a scientist’s skeptical fascination with religion. The watch had been a gift to him from his father, a bishop with the Anglican Church. Father had little use for the Ten Commandments, but the inscription was one rule he believed in and expected me to uphold.

Father had carried this watch every single day. He’d never have left it behind. Which meant Montgomery had either stolen it, or . . .

Montgomery folded my hands over the watch, and his hands over mine.

“I’m sorry. He made me swear never to tell you he was alive.”

Five

THE POCKET WATCH, MONTGOMERY explained, had broken. He’d been instructed to have it repaired by a clockmaker in the city and brought to my father along with the rest of the supplies.

But I didn’t care about his explanation.

“You lied to me,” I said.

He dipped his head, avoiding my gaze. “I said I’d heard speculation that he died. That’s true enough.”

“He’s been alive this whole time and you’ve known it.” I sank to the bed, closing my eyes. Seeing Father’s watch had brought that wall back up, reminding me that I wasn’t a child anymore. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down, not even with Montgomery.

He turned toward the window, twisting the watch chain. “He thought if the world assumed him dead, they’d leave him alone.”

Father was alive and had never tried to find me—the painful realization of that betrayal ripped open the last tender stitch in my heart. “But I’m his daughter.”

His only response was to pour me a glass of brandy and one for himself. He, as well, had returned to the act of playing adults. He sank into the desk chair. “I still work for him, but no longer as a servant. I’m his assistant now. He isn’t here, if you’re wondering. He refuses to come back to England. We live on a biological station, of sorts. An island.” He swallowed the brandy and considered the empty glass. “It’s very far. He wanted a private place to continue his work undisturbed. I leave every eighteen months or so for supplies.”

I set my glass down, untouched. “And your associate? Are all his kind like him?”

“The islanders.” Montgomery hunched over his glass. His hair had come loose, veiling his face. “They are, yes. You needn’t fear him. He’s harmless.”

As though he’d heard himself mentioned, Balthasar came in with a fresh pot of tea. He was a monster of a man, twice my size, with hands like bludgeons. He set the tray down and daintily removed the sugar bowl’s tiny lid. Montgomery thanked and dismissed him.

He prepared my tea again with my childhood sugar ritual. The steam from my cup rose like the words of an oracle, forming a haze between us. I took a sip, hoping the tea would soothe my nerves. I tried to remember him as a child. He’d been quiet, especially about what went on in the laboratory. But Mother had been, too, as had the other servants, and all of us. None of us wanted to talk about the puddles of blood on the operating-room floor or the animals that went in and never came out or the noises that woke us in the night. Father said those were the ways of science and I shouldn’t question them. Montgomery, at least, took good care of the animals before they went in.

I took another sip of tea. “How did you find my father after so many years?”

“Find him? I never left him. The story about running away . . . it wasn’t exactly like that.” He brushed the loose strands of hair behind his ear. “After his colleagues made their accusations, your father knew he had to flee. He thought Australia might look upon his work more favorably. He took me with him. We found an island off the coast that suited his needs. I didn’t want to leave you and your mother, but I hadn’t a choice. I was twelve years old.”

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