The Heritage is Deadly series. ;)
(Heritage is Deadly Interlude)
Tom sat slowly down on the manor roof, crossing his legs and placing his hands deliberately on his knees. His stomach clenched as he looked down at the small flask he'd already placed in front of him, but deliberately, he paused.
No physical chains held him here, but this was it, the tie of blood that bound him to the manor, to Coombedown and everything else about his new supernatural life.
His gums ached.
Finally, Tom reached for the thermos and simultaneously let his body shift. The darkness lit up, but Tom focused on the inconspicuous little flask.