Chapter Nine
Cas arrived at the Goldstein Ball on foot, his clothes rather hastily donned, his hair at least a little bit out of place, and with no one on his arm.
Of everything that had happened in the past few days, this circumstance really made him feel his abrupt change of status. He was supposed to arrive in a chauffeur-driven autocarriage, immaculately attired, perfectly groomed and in company with Miss Clara Koh.
But by the time he’d finished relocating his black mercury supply, he’d begun to run out of time to prepare—and he no longer had his staff to help him with the arrangement of his hair and his clothes.
By the time he was ready, Clara had already left. That, he thought, seemed like an unnecessary show of stubbornness.
Still, his disappointment soon faded once he arrived
