Society vampires, Lucas included. “Once the crown is back in his hands, we can wash our hands of him and return to other, more pressing matters.” Two oversized creatura were with her, between them hefting a crate that held the Hohenzollern crown. Society scientists had gone over the crown in detail, making sure there was nothing on it that even hinted of the mesmerism device that Fotheringay had been working on for so long. Lucas had watched it being loaded into the crate after the minute and intense examination, making sure the top was fitted on and hammered shut. It was a symbol of his friend’s treachery and he wanted it out of the shadow castle as soon as possible, back into the hands of its owners. “Has it been out of your sight since the lid was closed?” he asked the bigger creatura, a man who had to stand well over six and a half feet and was almost as broad. Creatura were humans who swore fealty to the Society, to protect the empire and the Queen alongside the vampires who made up the core of the membership. The creatura shook his head. “We watched the lid get nailed closed, and we brought it up here,” he said, his baritone echoing in the vast marble entryway. “We swear the crown is in the crate.” “Good. The quicker we hand it over, the better off we’ll all be.” “One hour to go,” Emerald said. “Lucas, you and I will travel in my carriage.” He shook his head. “I travel with the crate and the creatura. I want to make sure the handover goes without incident.” She pouted. “I suppose that makes sense. Perhaps we could dine later on.” “I have to return to my original assignment of searching for the Whitechapel fiend,” he reminded her. “We’ve kept you busy, haven’t we? But you’re so efficient. You’ll find him.”