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Scandal: Chapter Four - navessa allen
Half an hour later, John and I were seated in the familiar confines of the smaller of our two carriages as we began the short drive to the Viscount Delmar’s. Full night had descended upon London, bringing with it a fog that rendered the darkness outside the window murky and strange. It played tricks with my senses, muffled the clamor of the surrounding city and amplified sounds that were closest to us, making me feel as though we were traveling in our own little world. The horses’ hooves rang out like musket fire on the cobblestones. The rattling of the carriage seemed deafening. Streetlights stood out at intervals like waypoints, there to aid the weary traveler, illuminate the safest course. It was easy to imagine what twisted creatures waited in the gloom for us if we wandered off of it. “Do you ever feel as though you made the wrong decision, Katherine?” John asked, pulling me from my troubled thoughts. I swung my head around to look at him, wondering where this was coming from. He was leaned back against the opposite wall, a shadow obscuring his face, making it impossible to read his expression. Had I not looked away …