Chapter 45

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Lizzy's Pov 

I didn't see much of Phillip after we were both taken our separate ways. Miss Lind's words kept echoing in my head, "she had precious cargo"  . How does she know? Nobody knows, I haven't told anybody as of yet.  But I don't get much of time to think much more before I am half thrown, half pushed into a room. There isn't anything in the room, except an oil lamp that was situated in the corner of the room. The moment my knees hit the rough ground, I hear the sliding of a wooden beam across a door. Forcing the regular room to become a cage.  Leaving me to sit alone with the company of a oil lamp and what I cane only assume to be the  scattering of a bug. 

Or maybe it was one of the lovely  women outside. Same same. 

I knew that Phillip was going to come here. It wasn't that hard. He can try to hide things but I know him; I know how he thinks and I know when he lies. And also did he really think I coincidently fell asleep on his shoulder? I was taught, by a person who may or may not be my mother, that you must always be conscious while you slept to avoid getting hurt by anyone. I can hear my thoughts stream to the possibility that the woman who taught me that may not be my mother. But hey, first things first. Get out of this situation first then figure out the other details later on. 

The flame burnt neatly amid the dusty wax, the tasteful coffee hues dull beneath the layers of years. At first it smelt odd, as if the fire were digesting the dirt, then it was just the same as any other candle - orange flame, blackening wick and pooling wax.

I begun to braid small parts of my hair as I tried to think of a reason why Phillip would come here. I mean, I know that he wanted to protect everyone but we told him, I told him, that we would be okay. I had a plan. Everything was going to be okay. Or at least that  is what I kept telling my self. 

The swinging creak of the door is what brought me straight to my feet. They may have the pleasure of throwing me to the ground but they will never have the pleasure of seeing me remain there. 

The sway of a regal -like ball gown causes a small dust storm  to flutter in my direction. I blinked twice before letting my eyes focus on the the Swedish nightingale....Miss Jenny Lind. 

"Is Phillip alright?" I quickly spit out. 

"I see no reason to provide you that information." She replies with a dull tone, very factual and bland. " And from now,I'll be asking the questions Miss Gray."

"It's Mrs Carlyle actually." I reply smartly, raising my eye brows at her with a smirk. I think I may very well heard her eyes roll but she didn't respond to it and continued on. 

"Miss Gray, explain to me where exactly Mr Phineas Taylor Barnum is located. I have some unfinished business I would like to address with him." She said while picking at her nail. 

But I could feel my heart flutter. They don't know where Anne or W.D lives. That was the plan for the Barnum's to alternate between them. And they can't find them because Anne's apartment isn't listed under her name and W.D's is listed under Countess Adele's. We have the upper hand. This is our plan. For now. 

I hide any emotion that I feel and replace it with a cold look. "I see no reason to provide you with that information." I make my voice as flat and as factual as hers as I look her down the nose. I feel my cheek sting slightly and hear the echo of a slap but I don't flinch, I just stare at her. 

She simply waltzes out of the room but she pauses at the door and looks deadpan at me. "If you want me to be the bad guy, then fine I'll be the bad guy." And with that the door was slammed and relocked. Yet all I could do was breathe a sigh of relief knowing that we had a little while longer to figure out a plan and I pray that Anne got the message. 

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