Maddie managed half of a smile at his comment, 'Promise' she weakly. She stood from her place on the window seat and offered him a curtsy before moving away. Ana watched her go, looking pleased but when she didn't stop before reaching the door and going through the Russian woman followed her, shooting daggers at Fisk.

In the carriage home Maddie leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the carriage window and watched the darkened city roll past, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were full of tears and she didn't dare blink or they would be sent spilling down her cheeks - so she just stared into the darkness. Her mood was her own fault she knew, she had asked him to tell her everything, and he had, and it had been wonderful. More than she had imagined, better than she had hoped, but now it was as far away as childhood. She didn't even hear Ana complain about how dim Maddie's prospects would be if she kept sitting in windows with rogues rather than speaking to the eligible young man she had arranged for her to sit next to at dinner.

Madeleine closed her eyes and tried very hard to dream of Jaguars.

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