Chapter Eleven
St. SebastianPresent Day
It’s a strange week.
Rebecca, Auden, and Delphine decide to forgo their weekly pilgrimage to London, and instead we hole up at Thornchapel like we’re having the bleakest house party of all time. Although, it’s not that bleak, not truly, because together the five of us can coax smiles out of Proserpina—and even a laugh once, courtesy of Delphine regaling us with the latest i********:-influencer drama, something involving denim vests and mushrooms.
Becket and I have our jobs to attend to, and so we’re in and out of the house more than the others, but at night, we both bunk down in the library, huddling under blankets on the sofas while the fire crackles itself to sleep. I don’t sleep in the same bed as Poe again—or Auden—and they aren’t sleeping
