the palace, and she would derail all their plans.
She borrowed Miryaâs clothes against Miryaâs protests. âI have to see, I have to find a way to get access before anything happens.â
âYou go to kill,â Mirya grumbled. âMy blood was not enough for you.â
â Your blood?â
âYour breakfast,â Mirya amended. âDominick will find you.â
âHow? Look at me.â
Senna had started to swath herself in the rags sheâd found at the foot of the bed. âA hood over my head, my face in shadow, my body bent like an old ladyâsâhow would he recognize me?â
âThere are colors,â Mirya whispered. âAuras.â She took Sennaâs foot and began sliding on one of a pair of thick cotton stockings.
âBloodred?â Senna asked caustically. âAll Iâm going to do is find out when foodstuffs are delivered to the Palace and when the Queen might be in residence. If I plan it carefully, I can take the place of one of the ladies and from there keep my eye on Lady Augustine.â
âItâs a plan,â Mirya said carefully. âBut itâs too dangerous. Youâre too pregnant, and you canât move fast enough if there should be trouble.â She handed Senna a hooded cloak.
âI have the sun stone,â Senna said, ignoring that. âIâll be safe.â
âDominick will have one too. Perhaps Dnitra. Or she might steal it from him.â
Dnitra. The mention of her name made Sennaâs skin prickle.
The child moved. She cupped her stomach, now shrouded in rags. It felt larger, she thought, as if it had grown and was stretching to find room after that compressed transformation. Maybe she ought to not transhape into a fly next time.
Today she would be an old, decrepit woman, limping her way around London, picking and pecking at garbage to find a crust of bread. Rags and a hooded cloak should be enough of a disguise to find out what she needed to know.
Though in the meantime, Lady Augustine could be anywhere, even back at the town house, reclaiming her property.
One thing at a time. Lady Augustine hadnât shown herself yet for whatever reason. She might well be entranced by the idea of impersonating the Queen. They were of a height. Their bodies were a similar shape, and the hair, the posture.
If Lady Augustine could get close enough. No easy task. She might be nosing around the Palace right now, looking for an opening.
âTheyâll scent you out,â Mirya said. âYouâll be hungry. Youâll want to feed again. What will you do then?â
âWhere did you get my breakfast blood?â Senna countered.
âI have my ways,â Mirya answered evasively. âWhich are much less dangerous than yours.â
âYou understand I have to do something.â Senna eased off the bed and straightened the hood so it concealed her face. âI canât just sit here and wait for the worst to happen. My world has to be safe for this child.â
âThatâs another thing. They want the child.â
Senna bit her lip. âI know.â
âIt shows even more now.â
âIâm aware.â
âYou will see it sooner than you think,â Mirya added cryptically, handing her a belt.
Senna notched it around her waist. âWhat do you mean?â
âThere is a season in which the child is born.â
âWhen? Soon?â It wasnât possible. Except her belly felt more like five or six months big suddenly.
âIn time,â Mirya said, raising her hand over Sennaâs head, almost like a benediction.
âI have to go.â
âThere may be no deliveries. Remember, the Queen is still at Windsor until later this week.â
âI know.â The Queen had been loath to spend any time at all in London since Albertâs death twenty years before. But that had changed; now she periodically returned to the Palace to take