Chapter 30: WarrickIf I’d been paying attention to my dreams, perhaps I could have prevented what happened. Or perhaps what happened had been foretold by the gypsy, Syeira, so many years before, and I never could have escaped it.
The package arrived a couple of days after I bought Eira her engagement ring. It was addressed simply Mr Warrick Synclaire, Thorny Walk House, Kent in tidy block letters.
Curious, I turned it over in my hands and gave it a shake, but there was no outward sign of what it might contain. Since Father was still in London, I was afforded a modicum of privacy. I carried the package to the study and reached for the penknife Father kept in his desk drawer. It had belonged to my half-brother John, a birthday gift from our father, or so I’d been given to understand.
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