I will flay him alive.” “So you’ve said a hundred times,” Raven said to Marlin, a wing draped around his shoulder. “And I will gladly help you. But first we ought to figure out how to get that thing off Helen’s face.” “How can such a thing even be possible?” Agnes asked. We were in the second-floor parlor of the house that Agnes and Sam had secured from “friends of the Order,” conveniently located across the square from van Drood’s house. When Helen had revealed that the shadow net was sewn to her skin, Nathan had made a strangled sound and fled the park. “I’d better keep an eye on him,” Kid Marvel had said, quickly slipping into the fog. “Yes, perhaps you should,” Helen had said, turning to leave. I’d reached out to grab her arm and she had screamed at my touch. Then she had looked over her shoulder at me and smiled sadly. “Who’s the monster now?”
