Chapter 486

The metallic lid of the lighter clicked open and shut repeatedly—a faint clack beneath the hum of the quiet night. Each time he flicked it, a thin blue flame rose and vanished, glimmering weakly in the wash of moonlight.

…

The next morning, Arthur showed up at Clara's door almost to the minute.

When the doorbell rang, Camilla answered.

"Looking for Clara?" she asked, still tying up her hair.

"She