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Professor Lyall did not look cheered by this shortening of his urban sentence. “The pack is not going to like this.”

“I have made my decision,” said his Alpha.

“The queen is not going to like this.”

“We'll just have to persuade her it's in the best interest of the Crown.”

“I think that's a very good idea,” said Countess Nadasdy, entering the room at that moment, followed by Quesnel and Madame
Lefoux.

Well,
Alexia supposed,
it's her room now.

“How did you three get out?” griped Professor Lyall.

The countess gave him a withering look. “Did you think I was queen of the vampires for nothing? We are the original inventors
of the idea of a mistress of the domain. This is now my domain. No cell in all of Woolsey will hold me for long.”

“Pish tosh. She can pick locks.” Madame Lefoux crossed her arms and looked at the vampire queen witheringly.

“It was marvelous,” added Quesnel, who seemed to be regarding Countess Nadasdy with real respect for the first time.

The countess ignored the Frenchwoman and her child and gave Alexia's baby a wary look. “Just keep that
thing
away from me.”

Alexia rocked the newborn at her threateningly. “You mean this dangerous vampire-eating creature?”

The countess hissed and backed away, as though Alexia might throw baby Prudence at her.

Madame Lefoux wended her way to Lady Maccon's bedside to coo over the infant.

Countess Nadasdy said, “Woolsey is ours now, unfortunately. It is hardly to be countenanced. Me living near
Barking
in the
countryside.
Why, it is positively leagues away from everywhere.”

Lord Maccon did not protest her claim. “We will need
a few days to clear out. The youngsters of the pack can't be moved until the moon fades.”

“Take all the time you need,” said the vampire queen magnanimously. “But the soul-sucker and her abomination of a child must
leave tonight.” She twirled toward the door dramatically and then paused on the threshold. “And the boy is mine.”

With that, she swept out, presumably to release the rest of her hive. “Oh,” Alexia heard her say to no one in particular as
she walked down the stairs, “simply
everything
will have to be redecorated! And those buttresses!”

Madame Lefoux stayed behind. She looked worn and tired from the events of the night before, not to mention her own trials.
Quesnel was practically stuck to her side, his grubby little hand entwined with hers. Madame Lefoux had grease stains on her
fingertips and a smudge on her chin.

“You can't let her take him away from me.” The Frenchwoman appealed to the assembled dignitaries with anguished green eyes.
“Please.”

Now, Alexia's subconscious had apparently given this conundrum some thought while she dozed. For a solution instantly proposed
itself. “Speaking as muhjah, there is nothing we can legally do to remove him from the hive. If Angelique's testament is as
they say, and you never formally adopted Quesnel under British law, then her claim is valid and legally recognized in this
country.”

Madame Lefoux nodded morosely.

Alexia pursed her lips. “You know vampires and solicitors—practically indistinguishable. I'm sorry, Genevieve, but Quesnel
belongs with Countess Nadasdy now.”

Quesnel gave a little whimper at that statement. Madame
Lefoux clutched him to her and looked wild-eyed at Lord Maccon. As though, somehow, he might save her.

Alexia continued. “Now, before you go off and build a gigantic squid, I should tell you that I also intend to give
you
to Countess Nadasdy, Genevieve.”

“What!”

“It is the only viable solution.” Alexia wished she had a judge's wig and a mallet, for she felt like she'd done rather well
with this verdict. “Quesnel is what, ten? He comes into his majority at age sixteen. So, with Countess Nadasdy's approval—and
I hardly think she'll object—you will serve as drone to the Westminster Hive for the next six years. Or, I should say, the
Woolsey Hive.
I can make a case with the queen and the countess not to press charges if such an indenture could be arranged instead. Given
your distaste for the hive, this should be a rather fitting punishment. And you get to stay with Quesnel.”

“Ah,” said her husband proudly, “good plan. If we cannot bring Quesnel to Madame Lefoux, we bring Madame Lefoux to Quesnel.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

“This is a
terrible
idea!” wailed Madame Lefoux.

Alexia ignored this. “I suggest you take over Professor Lyall's sheep-breeding shed for your contrivance chamber. It is already
rather well equipped and could easily be expanded.”

“But—” protested Madame Lefoux.

“You can think of a better solution?”

“But I
hate
Countess Nadasdy.”

“I suspect you have that in common with most of her drones and some of her vampires. I will have Floote draw up the necessary
documentation and make the legal
arrangements. Look on the bright side, Genevieve. At least you can temper the hive's influence over Quesnel. He will still
have his maman to teach him how to make things explode and all the wisdom of the vampires at his fingertips.”

Quesnel looked up at his mother, his big violet eyes pleading. “Please, Maman. I like to explode things!”

Madame Lefoux sighed. “I have gotten myself neatly enmeshed, haven't I?”

“Yes, you have.”

“Do you think the countess will approve such a bargain?”

“Why shouldn't she? She gets patronage, patent, and control over your inventions for the next six years. Quesnel stays with
you both. Plus, think of the havoc Quesnel could cause living in a hive house! Keep them all on their toes and out of London
politics for a while.”

Madame Lefoux brightened slightly at that suggestion.

Quesnel's face lit up. “No more boarding school?”

Professor Lyall frowned. “This shifts England's vampire power structures significantly.”

Alexia grinned. “Lord Akeldama thought he'd have London under his purview. I am merely balancing the scales. Now my pack will
be living in his territory full-time, and Countess Nadasdy has Madame Lefoux working for her.”

Professor Lyall stood, still looking a little sad. “You are a very good muhjah, aren't you, Lady Maccon?”

“I like to be tidy about it. While we are on the subject, Madame Lefoux, when you have cleared out your contrivance chamber,
I thought that might be a good space for us to build the pack a London dungeon.”

Lord Maccon grinned. “It's big enough, and underground, and easy to secure. An excellent idea, my love.”

Madame Lefoux looked resigned. “And the hat shop?” Even though the shop had been a front to cover over her more nefarious
dealings, she'd always had an affection for the establishment.

Alexia cocked her head. “I thought Biffy might do. You remember, my dear, we discussed that he was in great need of useful
employment, and such a venture might suit him better than a position at BUR.”

This time it was Professor Lyall who smiled in approval. “Wonderful notion, Lady Maccon.”

“My darling wife,” said Lord Maccon, “you think of everything.”

Alexia blushed at the compliment. “I try.”

So it was that the werewolf pack formerly of Woolsey Castle became the first ever to claim an urban hunting ground. In the
late summer of 1874, they officially changed their name to the London Pack and took up residence next door to the rove vampire
and potentate, Lord Akeldama. Where they kept their full-moon dungeon no one knew, but it was noted with interest that the
new pack seemed to have developed a keen interest in lady's headgear.

It was a landmark summer so far as the tattle-mongers were concerned. Even the most conservative of the daylight folk took
interest in the doings of the supernatural set, for the werewolf relocation was but the half of it. The Westminster Hive,
having swarmed for the only time in recorded history, relocated to the countryside and changed its name to Woolsey. No one
dared comment on
the unfashionable choice. It was immediately suggested the government build a train track between the hive's new location
and London. Even though Countess Nadasdy herself could not live at the heart of style, at least style could visit the countess.
Protective measures were put into place and the vampires seemed to feel that isolation balanced out a known location.

The scandal rags were delighted by the entire ruckus, including the carnage caused throughout the city on that full-moon night
by what was reputed to be a massive mechanical octopus. The hive house destroyed! The Pantechnicon burned to the ground! Indeed,
there was so much of interest to report that a few key elements escaped the press. The fact that Chapeau de Poupe changed
proprietors went unremarked upon except by such true hat aficionados as Mrs. Ivy Tunstell. The fact that the Woolsey Hive
gained a very prestigious and highly valuable new drone escaped all but the scientific community's notice.

“Very, very nicely played,
my little plum pudding,
” was Lord Akeldama's comment to Lady Maccon a few evenings later. He was carrying a paper in one hand and his monocle in
the other.

Alexia looked up from where she sat in her bed. “You didn't think I would let you get away with everything, did you?”

He was visiting her in his third best closet. Lady Maccon preferred to remain in bed for the time being. She was feeling a
good deal recovered from her ordeal, but she felt she ought to lie low for a while. If people knew she was back in form, she
might have to attend a meeting of the Shadow Council, and the queen was reputed to be
not amused
by all the kerfuffle. Also there was Felicity to consider.

“And where is
my
lovely Biffy?” wondered the vampire.

Alexia clucked at her baby and jiggled the girl up and down a bit. Prudence gurgled good-naturedly and then spit up. “Ah,
he has taken charge of Madame Lefoux's hat shop. He always did have a remarkably good eye. “

Lord Akeldama looked wistful. “Trade? Indeed?”

“Yes, it's proving to be a mellowing influence. And an excellent distraction.” By the time Alexia had wiped the baby's chin
with a handkerchief, the infant was fast asleep.

“Ah.” The monocle twirled, wrapping itself around Lord Akeldama's finger until the chain was too short, at which point it
began swinging in the opposite direction.

“You didn't actually want him to pine away and die, did you?”

“Well…”

“Oh, you are
impossible.
Come over here and hold your adopted daughter.”

Lord Akeldama grinned and minced over to the side of the bed to scoop up the slumbering baby. So far Prudence was proving
to be an unexpectedly docile child.

The vampire cooed over her in quite an excessive way, telling her how beautiful she was and what fun they were going to have
shopping together, until he interrupted his own litany of italicized praise with an exclamation of discovery.

“Would you
look at that!
”

“What? What is it now?” Alexia leaned up in bed on one elbow.

Lord Akeldama tilted the child in her direction. Prudence Alessandra Maccon Akeldama had developed porcelain-white skin and
a perfect set of tiny little fangs.

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Phrannish read this last book during the middle of production. Rach read it a week after giving birth. Iz did her rounds ill, having just returned from Israel and in the process of buying a house. So for all my girls, with lives more grown-up than mine, this writer beast is eternally grateful that you put said lives on hold… one final time. My personal parasol protectorate, thank you. We must do it again sometime.