The others had driven him away, but Gent had given Minerva a thoughtful look. “Come see me this week in White Lyon, any day around eleven. We need to talk.” She had agreed, and later on that week found herself invited into the ranks of operatives in London. Being a child, she hadn’t been thrown into work straight off, but she had been adopted into the Rothchild Academy and found herself taken out of the streets for good.
