I did my best to stifle the sharp intake of breath when I saw the dark green glasses. They were the same terrible monster I had seen depicted in statue on the secret altar in George Clummersmith’s house. I looked down quickly, hoping Katherine and Samuel wouldn’t notice. I cast furtive glances at each of them, looking for a reaction. Neither seemed to have noticed and I relaxed.
Dinner was delicious. But I couldn’t help but wonder with each bite if I was consuming some exotic poison to which they had built up an immunity, or some other incapacitating drug.