8:45 pm – The Ballantyne

I am hours from freedom and yet I cannot seem to make myself move. 

They will kill Merritt Holbrook tonight. 

I know because neither Chester nor Sebastian can hold their liquor and, subsequently, their secrets. I was about to go on stage and I overheard them talking to one another, comparing notes on what they'd been told my Lucius. Nephilim boys, especially those closest to command, have always found it pleasing to boast about what confidences they do and do not have. 'Tis a matter of pride—something Sebastian Oriens would know plenty about since that is his father's sin.

It was because of this that I have found myself privy to all manner of secrets, most recently the one pertaining to Miss Holbrook's demise. Since eavesdropping from stage left is difficult, especially in the midst of an opera, I do not know the exact details of this plot, only that Lucifer has ordered it be secret—so naturally, it isn't—and that he will complete the task alone. 

Boastful fool. 

I am faced with the choice of either leaving directly after the play has concluded so I can make it to the docks in time to board my ship, or missing my ship and remaining in London on the small chance that I might be able to find Levi and warn him in time for him to get to Merritt. Somehow, I feel obligated to do the latter.

All of this would be much easier if my sources hadn't been drunk and if Levi was ever at the theater when he is supposed to be. The play is coming to a close and I have yet to decide what to do. I considered trying to send a letter, but what good would that do if it does not reach him in time?

And is it even my place to meddle in such affairs? I don't know.

I'm supposed to be escaping and laying low—not defending Leviathan's lover and risking my own life in the process. Lucius will most certainly kill me if he discovers I aided them in any way. Hell, he will most certainly kill me if he finds out I was even contemplating running away. Treason is whatever Satan says it is.

I don't know what I am to do. Alas, there is the signal for the final song. I shall have to decide quickly—it is either fight or flight. The choice must be made now.