Chapter 1926 New Impressions

• Night slipped over the horizon like inky velvet, cloaking every tower, treetop, and turret in deep, conspiratorial shadow.
• In the rear garden of Poison Widow Headquarters, draped in a midnight-black dress, Queenie crossed to Finnegan, cool moonlight sliding along the fabric. With unhurried familiarity, she lifted her hands and straightened the collar of his jacket, fingers brushing his throat with daring ease.
• Seeing him stiffen, she whispered, "I know the ruthlessness you carry. From here on, everything is yours to command. Whatever you need—resources, people—speak to Thornelia. She will place it in your hands."