Rebel Mechanics: All Is Fair in Love and Revolution by Swendson Shanna

Rebel Mechanics: All Is Fair in Love and Revolution by Swendson Shanna

Author:Swendson, Shanna [Swendson, Shanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Fiction, Steampunk, Fantasy, Historical
ISBN: 9781250079947
Amazon: 1250079942
Publisher: Square Fish
Published: 2015-07-14T06:00:00+00:00


I whirled in surprise and terror when someone called my name. For a moment, I feared my role with the Mechanics had been discovered and the authorities had come after me, but then I recognized Nat running toward me. “Hey, Verity! There you are!”

“Did Lizzie send you?” I snarled.

“Nope. Alec did.”

Had Alec been in on the deception? He hadn’t been there, but had he known? “What does Alec want?” I asked.

“We’re havin’ a big party with the general’s money, and he was afraid you got lost.” His eyes narrowed as he apparently put together the tearstains on my face, the fact that I was fleeing, and my agitated state. “Is something wrong?”

“I—I need to go home,” I stammered, the tears threatening to spill again. “B-but the roadblocks. I’ll never make it through.”

He patted me on the arm. “Easy, there, Verity. I can get you outta here. Don’t you worry about that. Come on.” He led me down a short flight of stairs to a basement door, which he opened, gesturing for me to follow him into the gloom. I felt my way through a narrow passage toward a square of light at the end, where Nat held open a door that led into a barren yard between buildings. We crossed the yard and entered another basement, then came up onto the sidewalk on a major street.

“There you are, on Fourteenth, past the roadblock,” Nat said, brushing his hands together in satisfaction. “The roadblocks only keep out people like you who follow the rules. The ones they’re guarding against know how to get past. Now, d’you need me to get you home, or can you make it from here?”

“I can make it on my own,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure. I knew the way, but my strength was failing.

He disappeared back into the basement, and I waited for a break in traffic to cross the busy street and head for the nearest bus stop. Fortunately, the bus I caught wasn’t the one I’d just left. It was practically empty, so I had a seat to myself for the long ride. I was so lost in thought that I almost missed my stop.

The sun was setting and the streets were growing dark as I walked the last few blocks toward the Lyndon home, which now seemed like some distant dream. It couldn’t really exist in the same world where the slum children lived and British troops shot at them, could it?

But it was real, and I wanted to weep for joy when I saw it. Climbing the front steps took the last remnants of my strength, and I barely managed to stumble inside when Mr. Chastain opened the door for me.

“Miss Newton!” a voice cried out in alarm. Lord Henry rushed toward me down the main staircase.

I tried to tell him that I was perfectly fine, only a bit tired, but the words disappeared into the blackness that blocked out the rest of the world.



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