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350 pages
First published September 4, 2013
The Queen fairly screamed. "You failed in that charge and instead took it upon yourself to run about the castle after a Spaniard—and do not think I don’t understand the reasoning behind that little move.”What do you call a spy who falls in love?
I’d chosen to run off after him, a young, handsome courtier who could possibly have nothing at all to do with the plot against the Queen.

I’d expected their questioning to be painful—perhaps involving thumbscrews or white-hot tongs. And when they’d yanked me from my cell and marched me into to the foul-smelling heart of the Tower of London, my hands and feet bound with chains, I’d fully believed I would be humiliated, reviled, and left heartily wishing I was dead.Instead, her punishment is worse. SO MUCH WORSE THAN TORTURE.
What they’d actually done was much worse.Yes. Because having a conversation and drinking wine is so much better than having your tongue chopped off.
In a dank and barren corner of the Queen’s dungeon, they’d...sat me at a table. Served me spiced wine. And explained my new life to me in clear and simple terms.
To steady my nerves as I walked, I drew out my short blade. I cut a loose brooch from one courtier’s sleeve and slid a hairpin free of a lady’s elaborate wig, then slipped another woman’s jewel-studded cuff off her wrist as she pushed by me, intent on her laughing quarry. I tucked my plunder into the wide band of cloth at my waist.SHE STEALS THINGS? IN THE MIDDLE OF A COURT WHEN IT WAS WHAT GOT HER INTO TROUBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I slipped the packet out adroitly and—She not only fucks up her missions, she gets caught in the act.
Nearly stopped dead.
My waistband was already full of stolen jewels.
And just like that, I knew my mistake.Again.
He pulled the letter out as quick as a breath, taking a sharp step away.
And just as I did so, a hand slipped over my mouth.Again.
“Ah, sweet Meg, what am I to do with you?”
I was jerked off my feet by a powerful set of arms and hauled summarily into an antechamber before I even had breath to cry out.My Love is Like a Red Red Rose That Nearly Gets Me Killed: Meg's incompetency isn't the only thing that gets into trouble. She's constantly thinking with her heart instead of her head. Even in the middle of a mission. The Count de Medina is a target. Meg forgets that he's a target, because maaaaaan, he's so fiiiiiiiiine. I mean, who cares about the fate of England, anyway?
I was taller than Beatrice, and more fit, but she had the kind of lithe beauty that men could not resist. I strained to see whether Rafe looked like he was enjoying himself. Surely he could see through Beatrice’s game and—Her heart gets in the way of everything. it puts her in danger, she compromises a mission for the sake of a stupid fucking romance that comes out of nowhere.
“Your report, Miss Fellowes.” Walsingham’s biting tone cut through my thoughts, and I looked up at him, suddenly peevish.
“Ah, yes, my report.” I barely constrained myself from spluttering the words.
...in just that moment he turned his head, and our gazes met.And for fuck's sakes, let's just throw in a love triangle, too, for good measure.
God’s breath.
I almost staggered back, the force of our sudden connection like a physical blow. My heart seized in my chest, my eyes flared wide, and my feet were rooted to the rush-strewn floor. It seemed as if time itself held still for a moment, waiting in frozen anticipation alongside me. Did he know my heart was about to burst?
“Leave it! Leave it, ’e says,” I protested, to mask my growing alarm. “Then you’ll be ’avin’ both ale and shillin’s for me, you better believe. Orderin’ a good, honest woman to leave her clothes in the middle of the road where any sort of unnatural people might come across them. As I live and breathe, the Queen ’e says. As if the Queen would ’ave anything to do with the likes of ol’ Sally—”Tudor Fail.
Meg: interesting! I’ll inspect without telling anyone (whilst being totally unaware of surroundings but sure, spy)
*gets caught* by someone – talks, banter, seduces, leaves, repeat.
I would literally count down from the minute she started “spying” until…
“And just as I did so, a hand slipped over my mouth”
or...
“I felt a firm hand clamp around my arm”
... so something like that.