The raven woke up then. Prruk-pruuk. Prruuk.
For a long moment, Henry said nothing. He just stared at her, then looked away and out the tiny window and back.
Prruk. Prruk.
“I can do that,” Henry said slowly, and turned to the raven. “Bartram, I know you will be there, too. I won’t be alone. You’ll be there, too, Dr. M?”
“He finally told you his name? Glorious raven indeed. I know you can do this, but it will be dangerous. If we figured it out, you know the Watchers did as well. Mind you, the people at the church want this ceremony to go off without any problems,” she said. She hesitated before she added, “I think it might be best if it were just you—and Bartram. One person can hide in a crowd more easily than two or three and you can hide in your shadow, remember? But I will be nearby, just outside. Bonnie will be there as well, and any other witches I can get to help.”
With a quick flutter, the raven jumped from the headboard to sit on Henry’s lap.