endeavors. Sheâll be safe, far away from the brute who did this to her. Not to mention Heedson.â
âHeâll never let me go,â Grace said at the mention of the directorâs name. âMy father is paying him well to keep me here and for his silence as to my condition.â
âIn your current state, no, he wouldnât let you go,â Thornhollow said. âBut you came across the solution yourself. Your familyâs story about your absence being due to a long holiday wonât hold up if you come home scarred.â
âThornhollow, you wouldnât!â Falsteed cried from the darkness.
âNo, he wouldnât,â Grace said. âIâm of no use to him without my mind intact.â
âQuite right,â Thornhollow agreed. âIâm not in the practice of smuggling privileged young women out of asylums, even if they are as sane as a field mouse. Sheâll be put to use and earn her keep with me at my new assignment.â
âAnd getting her out of here?â Falsteed asked.
âYour man, Reed, heâs dependable?â
âAs the dawn.â
âHeâll be the perfect player in our little ruse, then,â Thornhollow said. âNow, Grace, I imagine youâll want to say a little something to Dr. Falsteed. Iâll give you some moments alone. Join me in the surgery when you find yourself quite prepared.â
Thornhollow disappeared into the darkness, his footfalls echoing after him.
âPrepared for what, young one?â Falsteed asked, his voice heavy.
Grace took a deep breath. Even though their plan was her only hope of salvation, she was worried that Falsteed would disapprove.
âWeâve worked it out,â she said softly. âIf Heedson believes Thornhollow has cut me and Iâm unrepairable, heâll panic at the thought of my fatherâs wrath.â
âI should say. For you to enter the asylum healthy and with child and walk out a drooling idiot would hardly be to Heedsonâs credit.â
âPrecisely.â Grace wrapped her hands around Falsteedâs cell bars,wishing her friend would come into the light before she left him forever. âHeâd go to any lengths to cover the enormity of such an error. Bruises and cuts for his own sadistic pleasures will heal, but if Iâm permanently damaged heâll have no choice but to aid in my escape.â
Falsteed sighed heavily, the warmth of his exhalation reaching her but not the sight of him. âAnd what am I to do after youâre gone? Wait for a new prisoner and hope theyâre interesting?â
The second smile of the day spread across Graceâs face, her stomach now alight with the possibility of a future. âThey could only be so lucky, to have you with them here in the dark.â
Fingers closed around hers, but she couldnât see past his wrist. âWrite to Reed here at the asylum under the name of a Miss Madeleine Baxter. Heâll get the letters to me. I would know how you fare.â
âGood-bye, my friend,â Grace said, her throat tight once again. His fingers gripped hers, stopping her from moving away at the last second.
âBe wary of Thornhollow, Grace. Heâs a good man, by all measures. You have nothing to fear from him that you would from other men. But that is precisely why you must guard yourself. He does not understand human nature, our emotions and attachments. Heâs made a place for himself among the insane because itâs easier for him than moving among society. People are a mystery to him.â
âThey are to me as well,â Grace said, squeezing his hand before she followed Thornhollow into the dark.
âYouâve said your good-byes?â Thornhollowâs back was turned to her when she entered the surgery, his hands busy sharpening a scalpel.
âI have,â Grace said. âShall I sit or . . .â Her voice trembled as she motioned to the