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.
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