Nathanael's pov
Not a drop of sleep in sight since I laid my head on the pillow. One might naively believe that after such a long day, falling asleep would be the easiest task to perform.
I toss and turn in my bed to no avail. Too many voices speak at once for me to effectively focus on a single one.
We'd managed to transport Clarice's body to the morgue, but neither me nor Rosemary got the chance to see this surgeon that Richard vouched for. Although, I am still wondering if it even matters. After all, the witch we met in the tunnels works for Lucian, he'll tell him exactly who took the body, assuming, of course, that they had a hand in her death.
Admittedly, he did a number on me with those illusions. I suppose he was present in the forest the other night as well.
And if what Richard said is true, then who was the person pretending to be Clarice? They roamed the mansion freely for weeks now.
