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Lyssa's attitude to 19th century London had changed. It had to really when you got stuck in a place for a while. It helped the miserable old git she'd been introduced to had been so easily swayed. Most of them were. Didn't take a lot for her to start getting the control she wanted without them even realising it. So she liked it. She even liked the little part of London that seemed like hell they called Jacob's Island. Even if that idiot writer was trying to get rid of it. That was her's. Well, not so much openly, couldn't be done having a woman in charge of things. But it was her's.

She settled into the corner of the cripples and wrapped a hand around a bottle of gin protectively.