Chapter Thirteen
Proserpina“Are we all quite settled then?” Rebecca asks.
We’re all gathered in the library, some of us—me, Delphine and Becket—are sitting in pools of September sun, while others—Rebecca and Auden—are on their feet, pacing. St. Sebastian has returned from the village and, as usual, is slouched in the shadows, his eyes on his boots and his lip piercing glinting out from the dim cove of bookshelves where he’s currently hiding.
We are all together, all about to talk Thornchapel business, and so everything should be as it was. It should be like old times, all of us crowded on chairs and sofas, Delphine wondering if it’s too early to drink, Becket giving an impromptu history lecture, Sir James begging for ear scratches.
But it’s not like old times.
Delphine and Rebecca a
