A tingling at the back of my neck made me look up to the balcony. Malone stared down at me. I couldn't help myself and smiled at him, to my surprise he smiled back. He was dressed in full Victorian finery with a hint of steampunk. A long black frock coat came almost to the knees of his striped trousers, accented with metallic buttons and a few added buckles. His bloodred cravat matched his waistcoat. It was adorned with a wickedlooking cravat pin which appeared to be a skull, a book, ...