Maiden Lane #1 ~ Lazarus and Temperance
In the silence Temperance could hear her own breath rasping in her throat. The pistol in her hands shook violently.
The apparition turned gracefully, his boots whispering against the cobblestones, and swept the hat from his head as he bowed low. A scarlet feather fluttered in his hat as he replaced it on his head.
Then he was gone as well.
Temperance stared at Caire. “Are you badly hurt? Who was that?”
“I have no idea.” He shook his head. His silver hair had come down from its customary tie during the fight and it fanned against his black cloak. “But it would appear that the Ghost of St. Giles is no rumor.”