Before dawn had the chance to break, the Belmonts and the Henleys were already inside a carriage bound for Sexton, determined to fix the trouble Caroline had brought upon herself.
But when they arrived, they were made to wait until eleven in the morning. Edmond Mortis, the man in charge of the office, had arrived late.
"Mr. Mortis will see you now," the attendant finally said and Caroline shot to her feet at once.
Inside the office, Mr. Mortis' gaze settled on Ezekiel standing among the humans and he raised one of his eyebrows. He remarked,
"It is Sunday, Mr. Henley. I would assume you had better use for a holiday like outing outside Sexton."
Ezekiel bowed, the smile on his face tight. He apologised, "Forgive me for troubling you, Mr. Mortis. There has been a little problem—"
