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Wendel offered his arm, playing the part of a gentleman, but I shook my head and climbed onto the train without him.

First class was indeed luxurious, with wood paneling on the walls and elaborate cut-glass shades on the lamps. I slid open the door to our cabin. Two bench seats in paisley velveteen faced each other. I fiddled with one until it folded out into a berth. At least we would be sleeping opposite each other.

IfI could even manage to fall asleep tonight.

I folded the berth back into a seat and I sank onto it. My dirty boots looked out of place on the plush carpet.

Wendel walked into the cabin. His face was unreadable.

“Nice little stunt back there,” I said.

“Stunt?”

“If you want to lie low, first class isn’t the way to do it.”

“I always travel first class.”

I narrowed my eyes. “How lucky of you.”

He slid the door shut. When he drew the curtains on the window, my heart began to pound. The cabin was too small; he was taking up too much space. He sat opposite me and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

With a whistle, the train jolted into motion and chugged from the station.

“Whoareyou, Wendel?”

A smile tugged at his lips. “They sent you to find me without telling you who I am?”

“They needed a necromancer. I assumed you were the closest one.”

“The only one.”

“Are necromancers so rare?”

“Yes.” He laughed darkly. “What else did they fail to tell you? How easily they send you into danger.”

“They sent me after rumors of a man who could raise the dead.”

“Rumors? Nothing of my reputation?”

“I hadn’t heard of it.”

“They call me the Prince of the Undying.”

“Prince?” I scoffed. “Isn’t that a little pretentious?”

“Not if it’s true.”

I laughed. “You’re joking.”

“Before my family disinherited me and flung me to the assassins, I was once Prince Wendel of Prussia.”

5

Istared at him without blinking. “Prince Wendel of Prussia?”

“Yes, a blemish upon the House of Hohenzollern.”

“Castles and fabulous wealth?”

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