Chapter 149

Clara's eyes flicked guiltily to the jacket in Arthur's hand. "Alright."

Since they'd all been drinking, Silas had taken a cab, while Clara arranged for a driver to drive them back.

Her afternoon nap had left her wide awake, but Arthur—after a few extra glasses with David—leaned back and closed his eyes. Liquor and sandalwood clung faintly to him.

Clara usually hated the smell of alcohol on people