Declan waved his wand to crank the cylinder on the press for a book job, and went to adjust the lettering — only to get his finger caught on the feed board. He yelped, swore, and waved his wand to shut the thing back down — looking up to find Miss Sage scolding him.

Deck shrugged at her, sheepish. He held his hand up — his index finger was rapidly turning purple. "Might be broken," he said, apologetic. It wasn't the first time that Sage rescued him, and wouldn't be the last — she'd patched up black eyes and bruised knuckles, too. A broken finger was pretty embarrassing, though, given how much time he spent with the press — and he needed to get this penny dreadful published by tomorrow.