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By Jennifer Harlow

Without another word, I follow him to the edge of the clearing to survey the manor. He keeps his eyes straight ahead, refusing to look at me the entire time. “I was watching the house for awhile when another of those corpses found me. There are three more out front, two in back, and God knows how many in the woods and house. This Michael must have brought them back as ghouls after he drained them.”
“That was Dr. Rathbone back there, the inventor they kidnapped before David. He must have attempted to escape, and judging from his wounds, the human bite marks, a ghoul killed him. Poor Charles.”
“We learn from his mistakes. We enter through the servant’s door, we come out the same way. The monopede is straight back about two hundred feet. We go in, grab props to make it seem like we work there, but keep our heads down and avoid gazes while we search. Blend in.”
“It will go faster if we split up.”
“I am not leaving you…” He catches himself possibly even literally biting his tongue judging from the sneer. “You’re right. If he’s not in a dungeon or that tower, look for rooms away from others. They’d want him isolated.”
“I understand.” I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.
It’s time.
I take a step into the clearing, but Jamie grabs my hand. “Wait.” I turn to him, greeted by a grave expression more frightening than a ghoul. “If something goes wrong, if something happens to me or you get caught, don’t hesitate. If they’re a threat, take them out and you run. You don’t worry about me or your brother, you just run. You go back to the Roarke’s. My grandmother will make sure they protect you. But you run and you don’t look back. Do you understand me?”
“I will not leave you to them, Jamie. I will not abandon—”
“You may have no other choice. It may be the only way to save us all. You. Run. Promise me.” He squeezes my hand hard. “Promise me, or we’re not going in there.”
The words stick in my throat, but I say, “I promise.”
He half nods and releases my hand. “Good. Then let’s go rescue your brother.”
About Verity Hart vs. the Vampyres
KEEP CALM AND STEAMPUNK ON
The whole of Victorian London knows there is something not quite right about the Lady Verity Hart. She may be the daughter of an MP and the sister of famed inventor Lord David Hart, but she is a spinster whose own father threatens to send her to the madhouse every fortnight. Because Society is correct-Verity Hart is no lady. If they suspected how quick with a quip she is, let alone the majority of her brother’s ingenious machines were her design, the sale of fainting couches would double.
Verity requires one herself when her beloved brother is kidnapped by vampyres in the dead of night. With the aid of an aggravating, rude American bounty hunter with a secret of his own, Verity takes to land, sea, and even air to rescue the only person who could ever love and truly accept her. Or is he?