Chapter 23: Finally Coming Clean, 1921Lew spent a miserable, cold night. After Alec left he curled himself under the blankets, still shaking with a mixture of exhaustion, misery, and thwarted desire, and he couldn’t seem to stop. He dozed intermittently, woken by dreams of the turmoil in the warehouse and the Creature’s screams.
As the thin light of a dawn he didn’t want leached through the gap in the bedroom curtains he got up, stripped, and washed himself of Mira’s blood. He bundled his clothes into the fireplace and put a match to them. He’d never be able to wear them again. He dressed soberly, appropriately for a man whose sister was seriously ill, forced down a cup of tea and a piece of toast, and was ready when a uniformed constable knocked on his door to take him to Mile End.
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