Well, when he put it like that… “I don’t want anyone trying to take him away from me.”
He picked up his glass of absinthe, glanced pointedly at my mostly untouched beer, and waited until I reached for my glass. We sipped our drinks, then placed the glasses back on the table. “I promise you Jackson Carteret won’t take your sabretooth away. But this would be the ideal time for you both to learn about an animal that should have gone extinct millennia ago.”
Maybe, but… “Lord Creighton, how many people does it take to keep a secret?”
He looked startled, and I continued without waiting for him to answer.
“One. Any more than that, and it becomes exponentially easier for it to no longer be a secret. Mr. Chetwood told you. You told your friend. Who’s he going to tell? Who are they going to tell
