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The quartet had come together in circumstances born of serendipity and necessity. The duchess had been looking for brilliant women who had little to fear from society, and she’d found them in Imogen, who came with an expertise in things both extremely useful and extremely dangerous; Adelaide, whose meek exterior made her a superior thief; and Sesily—scandalous Sesily—who had shocked society so many times that few even noticed when she disappeared from a ballroom, scoundrel in tow.
And wherever women held power, be it a throne, a club, or a labyrinth, there were men wishing to seize it.
“Hesitation in battle is for dramatic novels and play fighting,” she replied.
“Men are ridiculous.” “For wanting to keep you safe?” “For believing that you aren’t the thing from which we are most in danger.” She spread her arms wide. “Look around you.”
“In my experience, I have found it best to begin all conversations with men with severe mistrust.”
I stopped going to the Sparrow because I stopped begging for scraps from people who could not see me.”
“You are not reckless, Sesily Talbot; you are regal. You’re a damn queen.” Pride burst at the words. Pride, and pleasure, that he saw her. That he understood. She loved him beyond measure. She lifted her chin. “I won’t take a demotion. I was a goddess before.”
“Let me be clear, you arrogant man. You know nothing of what I will do if you die. If you die, I will detonate. They will have to invent new words for the havoc I will wreak."
This is how we love. Out loud. With truth. This is how we fight. Together, or not at all.”
