CHAPTER 3
‘Won’t your parents worry that you’re missing?’ Johnathan inquired after they’d both wriggled through the gap in the fence and come out into a dark street on the other side. There were no Kerical lights here at all. Only a single, old fashioned gas lamp post stood before them, so worn with age that the black paint decorating it had all but flaked off. The timing mechanism inside it looked so rusty that even if they’d had a ladder, it would have been impossible to get it to light up.
‘Of course not. My parents might not have big celebrations like this all the time, but when they do, their parties always go on past midnight, and they’ll be so drunk by then that they won’t notice I’m gone until the morning. Not even the maids will, because I always kick up a fuss when they check o
