A Tempest of Tea by Hafsah Faizal EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Hafsah Faizal
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ARTHIE
The streets of White Roaring grew fangs at night. When the moon dragged
a claw and the shop fronts cut dim and those who craved blood walked
bold. Arthie Casimir couldn’t be bothered. By the cold, by the dark, by the
vampires.
Business never stopped.
It was long past midnight and the foundries were silent. The sparks that
lit the evening now simmered in coals left to cool, and dirty aprons had
been cast aside as workmen hobbled into hovels. Coffeehouses, butchers,
and betting shops slumbered in preparation for dawn, the capital kept alive
by sin and a tearoom nestled at the crossroads of slum and wealth.
Spindrift, it was called.
Arthie’s pride and joy, with its gleaming wood floors and the aroma of
fresh tea as it filled a sparkling pot, in turn filling the coffers of her crew.
The snobbery of her patrons was amended by the secrets they spilled in
front of a staff of orphans who most certainly wouldn’t understand the
refined tongue of the rich.
She’d much rather be there than here, in the late autumn chill.
“I could go alone,” Jin said, slowing his pace to match hers. His hair
fell straight and sharp as a knife, his umbrella as elegant and clean-cut as he
was, all lean limbs and broad shoulders sauntering down the gaslightpeppered streets.
“So I can come looking at dawn to find you nattering away with him?”
Arthie didn’t make a habit of visiting patrons who were racking up tabs, but
this one had turned away too many of her crew.
“With the Matteo Andoni?” he asked, as if the idea were preposterous.
“Really, Arthie.”
Jin was the sort of charming even a king would draw a chair for if he
flashed the right smile—and he knew it, so she didn’t bother with an
answer. They crossed down to the quieter Alms Place, where dirt was
nowhere to be seen and the houses were posh and brick- faced.
A carriage trundled past the uniformed men standing guard at the top of
the street, horses snorting under the coachman’s direction. Ettenia’s capital
of White Roaring rarely slept, and with the recent vampire disappearances,
whispers kept the city ever more awake; not because the people cared for
the welfare of vampires, but because if something nefarious could happen
to them, how would weaker humanfolk fare?
As alarming as the disappearances were, Arthie disliked the increase in
the Ram’s Horned Guard even more. They were everywhere, keeping
watch. It was unfair for the masked Ram to see so much when the people of
Ettenia couldn’t even see the face of the monarch that ruled them.
Arthie tucked a fold of paper into her vest and stopped before an
imposing black fence. “Here we are. 337 Alms Place.”
Jin whistled at the mansion set behind a trim lawn. “Now that’s what
we call money.”
The estate demanded attention, from the frills along the windows to the
fervent red of the front door. Fitting. Men lauded Matteo Andoni’s name on
the streets, women whispered it into their sheets—though very rarely with
him in them.
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