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Chapter 1
Felicity should’ve known that her cousin would try to frighten her with one of his illusions on the most important day of her life. But when she opened the door to her room to fetch her wrap and saw the quality of the apparition before her, she gasped with astonishment. The wooden floor had cracked apart to reveal a gaping hole. Felicity leaned forward and peered over the edge, an odor of rotten eggs burning her nose. Her lavender-blue eyes watered as she looked down into an abyss that glowed from a river of lava flowing at the very bottom. Cousin Ralph’s magic had surpassed his rank, just as Uncle Oliver had predicted. As a viscount’s son, he shouldn’t have been able to create illusions, much less something this vivid. Felicity swallowed and lifted her chin. Ralph’s illusions usually came to her in dreams, and it startled her that he’d become powerful enough to send her one in the daytime. Still, it could only be an illusion, no matter how well crafted, and she’d have to cross it in order to reach her white lace shawl. But she hated heights. Uncle Oliver’s impatient voice–loudly wondering what could be taking her so long to fetch a wrap–carried up the stairs. Felicity took the deepest breath she could within the confines of her corset, lifted the ruffles of her skirts and sprinted across the room, landing in a very unladylike sprawl atop her settee. Her heart pounded at an alarming rate and her hands shook when she reached for her wrap, but a smile of grim satisfaction spread across her face. And then she glanced down. The settee shifted, slowly sinking into the chasm. “Blast!” Felicity rolled, thankfully hit a solid surface with her feet, and leaped across the room, catching the edge of the chasm with her fingers. Her feet flailed and she could feel the heat of the lava flow up her skirts and she swore she’d get even with her cousin. She’d never been caught up in one of his illusions to this degree. His magic kept growing stronger, and she had little to none of her own to counter it. “My goodness, Miss Felicity!” Felicity looked up into the freckled face of her newest lady’s maid. “I near stepped on ye! Whatever are ye doing?” Felicity wiggled her toes and glanced over her shoulder. The lava burped and a fresh wave of rot hit her nose. “What does it look like, Katie?” The Irish girl stepped back, her eyes wide, and crossed herself. “Yer laying on the floor, miss. Wiggling like a fish.” Felicity sighed. She’d lose another maid. Again. It was hard enough to get good servants, but when only she could see the illusions, they had a tendency to think she was a bit mad. But her fingers had started to slip, and her shoulders to cramp, so she had to ask. “Would you mind giving me a hand, then? I can’t seem to get up.” Katie nodded, the red hair that had escaped her cap bouncing along her flushed cheeks. Although tiny, she had enough wiry strength to flip Felicity right on her feet. “Now, then.” Felicity brushed at the dust covering the front of her white gown. “I think you should go straight away to the upstairs maid and tell her the floors must be mopped more often. Really, when one wants to wiggle like a fish, one should not be subjected to such filth.”
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