Page 19 of His Revelation
“Bonnie!” She nudged her.
With a mutter, her sister rolled over and flopped one arm around Tiffany, pinning her down. Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Bonnie,wake up! I must speak to you!”
“Ooh, you great beast!” murmured Bonnie, snuggling closer. “Yes!”
Tiffany narrowed her eyes. “Sister?” She poked Bonnie in the side. “Wake up!”
That was when her sister tried to kiss her.
So, Tiffany, out of sheer desperation, did what any good sister would do, and shoved her cold feet against Bonnie’s calves.
With a startled gasp, Bonnie jerked upright, and managed to snag her elbow in Tiffany’s night-rail on the way.
“Whazzit? Wha—” She shook her head once, then blinked hard at the bed’s new occupant. “Tiffany? Bloodyhell, your feet are cold!”
“Out of self-defense, I assure you, sister dear.”
“What?” Bonnie yawned. “What time is it?”
“Stop asking irrelevant questions.” Tiffany grabbed her hand. “Bonnie, I figured out a solution to your money woes!”
“My what?”
Goodness, she reallydidn’twake up quickly—or very alertly—did she?
“I”—Tiffany pointed to herself with her free hand—“have figured out a way to getyou”—she squeezed Bonnie’s hand—“the money you need to buy Mr. Grimm’s publishing house!
Bonnie blinked at her. “You did?”
“I did. Do you want to hear it?”
“Can I lie back down and close my eyes?”
“Only if you promise not to fall asleep.”
Her sister snuggled down. “I would never. Alright, I am ready.”
Excitedly, Tiffany began. “Do you recall how, yesterday, you reminded me of our trips toThe Curios Cabinetin York? Great-Aunt Gertrude used to enjoy spending time with the proprietor, Mr. Ferguson.”
“You used to read to him because his eyesight was going bad,” Bonnie murmured. “I cannot believe you remember his name.”
“I was older than you, my memory was better.”
“You were older than me, which means you were a better reader. That is the only reason he asked you.”
With a faint snort, Tiffany elbowed her sister. “Be nice. I am about to save your arse.”
“Such language.” Bonnie tsked, her smile flashing in the dim light. “Alright. Go on.”
“Do you recall last week, when we went to Dumpkins for tea, Lady Athena was telling us about her father’s drive to collect Oliphant relics?”
She couldfeelher sister’s sudden sharp interest. “Yes,” she said, slowly pushing herself up on her elbows. “Athena saidshewas particularly interested in Oliphant history related to women.”
“Yes, but they were willing to pay not just for the antiquities and manuscripts, but finder’s fees and bonuses. Athena said there was one that was worth almost two hundred pounds!”
Bonnie nodded solemnly in the pre-dawn light, eyes wide.
“Well…” Tiffany took a deep breath. “I remember where there is—or was—a large box of Oliphant relics atThe Curios Cabinet.”
