Chapter Six
Tasha considered entering Bakar House her favourite way (through the back window in Konrad’s study, ridiculously easy to break into). Or possibly via her second favourite route (glide in through the servants’ door, past the kitchens, and up the stairs; nobody down there was too likely to challenge her anymore). But both of these would be cowardly, wouldn’t they? And she would need Gorev and Mrs. Aristova’s support if she proposed to stay beyond her usual short visit.
So she went up to the front door, and rapped upon it with the heavy cast-iron knocker. She stood shivering a little — she should have dined on the way over, too late now — and rehearsed her speech as she waited for the butler to answer.
It seemed to take a long time.
Then came the familiar crisp, echoing footst
