TITLE: Jessamine Rose, Monster Hunter
GENRE: Steampunk Romance
Jessamine Rose blinked and covered her mouth with her brown lace glovettes, leaning ever so slightly on her open stone front door. “I beg your pardon, but could you repeat that?” Her voice held firm, but inside, she was quaking.
“I’m afraid that last night, on patrol, your brother was found dead.”
Jessamine closed her eyes, not wishing to see the heavyset Inspector Wilkins Pontisbury. His pity threatened her composure. First her father, now Philip…
A few breathes and she opened her eyes, head somewhat clearer. “How did he…pass on?”
The inspector fiddled with the brass buttons on his uniform. He removed his helmet and nodded toward the door. “May I come in?”
Jessamine opened the door and stepped aside, her long brown skirt swirling around her matching ankle boots. Once the inspector entered, she shut the door. “How did he die?” The word felt strange on her tongue: heavy, wrong.
“I’m afraid we don’t know, Miss Donahue.”
Her brown eyes narrowed. “He has never been sick a day in his twenty-two years!” Something was far from right here.
“Allow me to assure you we will discover how exactly he died.” The inspector bowed his head before returning his helmet to his head. “I’m sorry I had such unsettling news to share.” He inched toward the door.
“When will you release the body?” She had to stay strong, be firm. Once he left, she could break down. But not yet. Not in front of him. The inspector. How she hated him.