Far away, in one of the towns, a carriage carried Hailey and the others. The sky had begun to lighten at the edges, not yet dawn, but the deep black of night was giving way to something softer, a pale grey that crept upward from the horizon.
Hailey used the edge of her sleeve to clear the window, wiping at the fog that had settled on the glass from the cold outside. An uneven patch opened up, and through it she watched the silhouettes of mansions pass against the sky.
Her hands gripped the wooden box that rested on her lap. She wondered if the others had found Ruelle or were still looking for her.
"I can't believe that someone like Mr. Henley could turn out to be this vile..." Hailey muttered with a shake of her head.
"Apparently, Sexton didn't give him enough work to keep him busy," Sawyer responded with his eyebrows slightly pulled together. "There really isn't an animal worse than a human or a vampire. We're remarkably good at being awful."
