“You were found out,” Ambrose said. His face was deceptively blank but I held no illusions about his thoughts on my predicament. He was probably thinking ‘I told you so’.
“I told you this would happen,” he added. He didn’t even leave me the dignity of not saying it out loud.
Ambrosius Wainwright was an asshole but at least he was a talented one. Calling him a doctor seemed a disservice to his range of talents. Due to his eccentric interests and experiments that bordered the dark side, he had given up a lush job at a major hospital to work as the Ravens’ chief doctor. He was also our personal family physician.
He had been the sole person outside of my family who had been allowed in on the secret of my biology. It was he who made my suppressants and it was he who kept me supplied with the
