Three months had passed since Professor Aldrich Fairweather's mysterious disappearance, and the Consortium of Engineers had officially declared him dead after a laboratory explosion destroyed his workshop. But Evangeline knew better. Her father had been too careful, too methodical to perish in such a careless accident. The journal she'd discovered hidden beneath a loose floorboard in their family home told a different story entirely.
"Miss Fairweather!" The voice belonged to Thomas Blackwood, her father's former apprentice, who emerged from the shadow of a massive steam engine. His dark hair was disheveled, and coal dust streaked his angular face. "I've been searching for you everywhere. We need to talk."