goin’ to help.”
“Who’s on the watch?”
“It’s ten o’clock, Beast,” the boy said, and she heard the fear in his voice. “Yeah?”
Whit stiffened, and she saw the hesitation in his frame. Saw him resist something primal. “Yeah. Get in there. But if anything seems wrong, you get out.”
The boy smiled, reckless and far too young. “Anyfin’ like a Derry and Tom?”
Whit cuffed the boy on the chin at the Cockney slang for bomb. “Yeah. Like a Derry and Tom.”
He released the boy and turned for Hattie, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the crowd. “Come.”
Away from the fire.
“What? Why?” He didn’t respond, pulling her into a narrow passageway leading up between a tavern and a sail shop. She tugged at her hand, but his grip only grew tighter. “Where are you taking me? What does ten o’clock mean?”
He didn’t slow. “On nights when we’re not moving cargo, the guard changes at ten.”
Understanding, quick and painful. “Double the number of men at the ship.”
He grunted.
“Oh, my God, Whit. I did this. I locked up the hooks. If I hadn’t, this wouldn’t have happened.”
He didn’t turn back. “Or we’d have two dozen dead men down there instead of whatever we have.”
She stopped, digging her heels into the cobblestones. “We have to go back.”
“No.” Unequivocal.
She straightened her shoulders. “I am responsible for whatever happened there tonight. I shall help. I can help.”
He cursed under his breath and looked up at the sky. “You’re not going back there. There’s been an explosion large enough to decimate a hauler, I’ve got a hold full of ice and contraband aflame and Ewan has already said he’s willing to hurt you to get to me.”
“He shan’t hurt me with half the docks watching!” she said. “Let me make it right!”
“These are not your sins, Hattie,” he said. “You’re going home.”
“Of course they’re not my sins!” she shouted. “You think I don’t know that? But this is my world, too! This is my turf, too! If you are worried, I am worried. If you are there, I am there. And let Ewan come. We shall face him together. Together.”
He turned away from her, raising a hand to flag down a hack. “We will do no such thing. I don’t want you near him. He’ll come for you to punish me. And I can’t have that.”
“Why?”
“Because I took the only thing he ever cared about from him.”
“What? What could possibly be more valuable than his brothers?” She thought back to the docks. “Than the lives of the men and women who work for them?”
“Not what. Who.”
Understanding came swift and certain. “Grace.”
“Clever girl,” he said softly.
The hack pulled to a stop nearby, its horses huffing in the night. The driver looked to the orange light flickering over the rooftops, then to the knives strapped to Whit’s chest, nervously. “All right, milord?”
“Better when you get her far from here,” Whit growled as he pulled the door open.
“No,” she said, fury raging. “I am not leaving you here to face an inferno and a madman and whatever else is down there.”
He met her eyes, a small smile on his lips. “You plan to fight my battles for me, love?”
She shook her head. “Never for you. Alongside you.”
He smiled, sad. “Ever my warrior.”
He wasn’t going to let her. He was going to put her into this carriage and be off to a fight that could leave him destroyed. Worse. “Don’t do this. Believe in me.”
Believe in us.
“You don’t have to protect me.”
The words seemed to unlock him, filling him with determination. Lengthening him. Broadening him. Steeling him. “I do, though. It’s all I must do. You’ve asked me why I carry two watches,” he said, quick and stern, as though he was giving her directions to an impossibly difficult location. And perhaps he was. “I am never late. I am never late, because I was too late to save my mother. She was dead when I arrived, of whatever plague had ripped through the rooming house that week. Dead and alone. And I couldn’t protect her.”
“Oh, no . . .” Hattie said softly, reaching for him, her fingertips brushing the leather straps of the holster that caged him. The weapons he kept close.
“But I can protect you,” he went on. “I can protect you forever. I can keep you away from my brother. And I can keep you away from all of this.”
“This is part of it!” she said. “It’s part of the world I wish. Part of the life I wish.