Chapter Thirty
St. SebastianI wake early Lammas morning.
It’s a Sunday, and normally we’d all be getting up to go to Mass, but we went yesterday evening instead, and so the house is utterly still. I don’t even hear Sir James Frazer pacing around, waiting to be let out. Poe is very asleep next to me, but it’s a restless sleep, with flickering eyelids and quick, stuttering breaths.
She’s dreaming.
I wonder if it’s about the door.
Normally I’d be tempted to wake her up. She’s naked and flushed from the simmering canicular heat that never seems to abate, even at night. We’ve all been so worked up lately, so tense and irritable and horny, and I don’t think a day’s gone by without my mouth between her legs or her plush thighs wrapped around my hips. I’ll never know why the heat makes m
