Meanwhile, Drusilla and Corwin found themselves atop the clock tower before Corwin could voice a protest. The night sky loomed dark and ominous, yet a gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of flowers through the city.
"I thought you said we were doing something better. How the hell is this better?!" Corwin exclaimed loudly, gripping the weathervane for support. Drusilla simply smiled, dismissing his complaint, and gazed ahead. The wind tousled her hair, causing her dress to billow slightly.
