Page 120 of The Lady Rogue
No, Father hadn’t said Huck could come home to New York, but he hadn’t ruled it out, either. Considering where he’d stood on this matter a few weeks ago, and taking into account how stupidly stubborn he was, I’d say this was outstanding progress.
A shrill train whistle blew. We were the last passengers left.
Father clapped a hand on Huck’s shoulder and turned toward the blue cars lining the track. “All right, then, that’s settled. Let’s board before they get a good look at us and leave this motley crew of reprobates behind.”
And what a crew we were.
House of Dracule?ti, Fox, and Gallagher: the maimed, the hobbled, and the rickety. We were motley, all right. A band of survivors.
I mean, sure, our bedraggled trio may have been small and stubborn as mules. At times it was even heartsick and scattered across the globe.
But none of that mattered, because when we crossed the railway platform and boarded the last train to Paris, we were something more important than all of that. Something bigger.
We were together.
