The next night, Adrian really did cancel all his meetings. He stood in the doorway of the dressing room, watching me button my coat, and reached out to wrap my scarf around my neck. Edmund waited at the end of the hall with a thick stack of papers, but Adrian didn't even turn around. He told him to hand them over to his second-in-command, Marcus Calloway."Tonight, I'm all yours," he said.Marcus had always handled important business for him. In the past, once Adrian was done with his own work, he made a point of following up with Marcus to see how things were going. But lately, "Give it to Marcus" had become his favorite way to brush people off. And as for who all that freed-up time was really going to, I was probably the only one in the whole house who knew.I put on my gloves and didn't answer.The city center was holding its winter night market. The streets along the river were strung with colored lights, an outdoor band played huddled against the cold, and long lines formed in fro
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