Chapter 36

• The moonlight cast long shadows across the terrace as I made my way to the Ruby Room, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. It was late—much later than I’d intended, yet again. This investigation was eating up all my waking hours and then some.
• The band lead wasn’t panning out, and that put us back and square one. I was having sudden bouts of nausea and already couldn’t stand the smell of chamomile, which was in the tea I always drank in the evening. I wasn’t getting as much sleep as I should, especially when my body was spending so much energy trying to build an entire person.
• And yet, I couldn’t slow down.