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Post Author at Pan HistoriaPhyllidia DeGault posts in Ah! L'amour!

“No, you stay here like I told you! I can take care of myself.” With that assertion Phyllidia turned sharply and marched out the door slamming it behind her.

Trepidation filling her belly with lead she moved swiftly toward the sidewalk, keeping her head down, more annoyed than she should be at Clara’s declaration her mission was dangerous. Of course it was dangerous, did her maid not think she was aware of the danger? And what did Clara honestly think she would accomplish by coming with her other than possibly get them both killed. No, it was better she stay behind, just in case the worst should come. Someone had to tell Phineas what was afoot. He would know what to do, he always knew what to do, and if …perchance…she was the unfortunate victim of ugliness at least there was someone she could trust to continue looking for Charles. Holding that thought like a shield from all the evils that could befall her Phyllidia hastened her step hoping she would find a cab at such a late hour. To her dismay, though not unsurprisingly, she had to go several blocks before actually finding one.

Upon hailing him she gave the address and then settled into the back wringing her hands in nervousness as her mind suddenly flooded with questions over her brother. What had Charles been doing in that restaurant? Where was it? Was he really alive? She mentally smacked herself at this last irritated at having such a ridiculous question pop into her head. Of course he was alive, she’d known it all along, it had been nothing more than a certainty in her bones, but still…she had known. Her brother was the smartest and most accomplished of men, it would take more than a little storm at sea to relieve him of his life. Aware of the longing that welled in her chest threatening to overcome her at the prospect of having actual proof that might lead to Charles’ return Phyllidia managed to push it aside knowing such emotion would not serve her in her quest.

Turning her mind to the meeting to come she wondered; who was she going to meet? Would she know them? Did they mean her harm? It didn’t matter, not really. She would have walked through the fires of Hades and made a deal with the devil himself to get her brother back and keep her family’s wealth from Gerald’s hands. Shivering at the thought of her wastrel cousin and all the damage he could do should the Aldford holdings fall to him Phyllidia pulled her meager wrap closer about her shoulders. No, she could not let that happen, her and mother would be destitute living in a tenement in White Chapel in a matter of months.

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