The Unraveling, Volume One of The Luminated Threads: A Steampunk Fantasy Romance (33 page)

“What? Creator, no. That would doom the lot of us. The Borderlands Protective Chain secures Blighted Basin, all around the mountains rimming our valley, with Gateways only at Breakthrough Gap and OverEdge. The ’cambires chosen for Protectors are better than those peelers down in London.”

Mary Clare sounded positive it was impossible. Still, Annmar couldn’t dismiss the ill feeling that the powerful Mr. Shearing had somehow found her.

“Daeryn and Rivley were Protectors. We’ve the best ’cambires on watch. Day and night.” Mary Clare clasped Annmar’s hand and stroked her hair. “Don’t fret about this. Miz Gere dismissed both ropens and has her whole agricultural consortium blocking their land access in our north part of the Basin. You’re safe.”

Annmar closed her eyes. How could she not be safe? She squeezed Mary Clare’s hand and nodded.

Mary Clare put the spoon to her lips again. “I mean, if you want to fret about something, pick the field pests. I tell you, if something doesn’t change…”

By the time Annmar ate everything, she felt terrible again. Wellspring’s workers couldn’t keep up with the gobblers, though Mary Clare put a twist of hope on her tale—Master Brightwell’s new device was ready to use tonight.

Miriam returned and cut off the conversation. “No need to upset a patient,” she told Mary Clare in a firm tone.

In spite of her pain, Annmar peered at the healer, a blurry figure across the room. Yet Miriam remained out of focus even when she approached the bedside with a mug of a nasty-smelling herbal concoction mixed with mint.

Annmar closed her eyes.
No, I can’t lose my eyesight.

“This will put you into a good long sleep and reduce the swelling in your head.”

Annmar placed her hands over Miriam’s and swallowed every drop, praying the healer’s remedy would work. She had to have faith. After, they tucked the covers up around her, but the bed didn’t feel as snuggly as before. Empty somehow, not as warm. “Where’s my kitty?”

“A cat?” Miriam sounded angry. “No animals should be jumping about the bed and disturbing the girl. She needs complete rest.”

Mary Clare said, “No animals have been—”

“A kitty was sleeping with me.” Annmar squinted at them. “He won’t wake me. Please let him in.”

“Oh,
that
kitty.” Mary Clare laughed nervously. “We’ll find your kitty.” She pulled Miriam away and whispered something.

Miriam threw up her hands. “Oh, Great Creator. Fine. But anything goes amiss, and I’ll prove there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

Whatever did she mean? A kitty in her bed was nothing compared to crop-eating pests, ropens kidnapping her, or the possibility Mr. Shearing had gotten into Blighted Basin.

After they left, Annmar drifted in and out of sleep, the remedy fogging her thoughts. She should let the herbs do their work, for her eyesight’s sake. But she couldn’t yet…not until…

Creak
.

Her door opened, then tapped closed. Annmar would have missed the sound if she hadn’t been waiting. The foot of her mattress jostled, and she released a sigh. Featherlight footsteps paced up the bed, circled, and a small weight sank against her belly.

* * *

Daeryn curled his polecat body to nuzzle Annmar’s swollen cheek when she snuggled him to her. The scent of turned soil engulfed him, and the pleasure of simply being with her wracked him with guilt. Letting her think it was just an animal she shared her bed with felt wrong, yet if in her confusion it comforted her to have him here, he’d come every minute he wasn’t hunting. He listened for her breathing to quiet before he fell asleep himself.

* * *

The End of Volume One

Annmar and Daeryn’s story continues in The Twisting, Volume Two of The Luminated Threads.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My journey has been amazing and never could have advanced without the support of my husband and kids. Bill, Em and Theo, you’ve allowed me the space to be creative, listened and offered ideas, but most of all, you gave me time to follow the dream.

Family support is only part of my author scaffolding; writer friends have built the rest. So many writers have encouraged me along the way, with tips in past manuscripts that I’ve applied to my recent writing. I honed this fantasy at CritiqueCircle.com where many critters have read for me, and I thank you. Those who have stuck by me week to week are Jason, Andy, Nooce, EK, and John. I can’t thank you enough for your critiques, support, laughter, outrageous suggestions that actually work and, most important, willingness to read multiple revisions!

My IRL writing partners, Marta and Anna, thank you, thank you, thank you. And to my teen-neighbor adviser, Mary, thank you so much for brainstorming.

My local chapters with Romance Writers of America are Washington Romance Writers, Maryland Romance Writers and the Maryland Romance Writers’ Self-Pub Group. We’ve got this!

Thanks to my fabulous copy editor, Joyce, and talented cover artist, Craig. Both of you were delightful to work with.

Any mistakes in historical accuracy are mine. I tried to avoid them, but sorry, Linda, though you advised me on period clothing—which I truly thank you for!—I just had to take liberties. Jessica, I hope I got the Dane parts right.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Laurel Wanrow loves misty mornings, the smell of freshly dug earth, petting long-haired guinea pigs and staring at the stars. She sees magic in nature and loves to photograph it.

Before kids, she studied and worked as a naturalist—someone who leads wildflower and other nature walks. During a stint of homeschooling, she turned her writing skills to fiction to share her love of the land, magical characters and fantastical settings.

When not living in her fantasy worlds, Laurel camps, hunts fossils and argues with her husband and two new adult kids over whose turn it is to clean house. Though they live on the East Coast, a cherished family cabin in the Colorado Rockies holds Laurel’s heart.

Visit her online at www.laurelwanrow.com.