Chapter 45: WarrickI braced my hands against a glass wall of the observatory and stared out at the night. The midnight sky was spangled with stars, but I didn’t really see it. In a matter of minutes the moon would rise, and I was cutting it too fine. I had promised Thomas I would lock myself in one of the priests’ cells, and I intended to, but—Father insisted on hosting a dinner party. If I wasn’t safely behind a solid door, there very well might be hell to pay.
“Sir? Will you come away now?” Djordji, the gypsy boy who also bore a pentagram in his palm—the mark of the werewolf—had been sent by Syeira to make sure I didn’t do anything foolish. She had spoken with Thomas and his lover, and knew that seeing them together might well drive me to the brink.
“Yes. You’ll see to everything?” Aft
