Chapter 21
“Stop turning round.” Rohan covered Emma’s lips with his, calming her with his surety that everything would be ok.
“Who are they?” Emma asked, rubbing at the crick in her neck.
“They’re persistent,” the taxi driver called back. “And I’m guessing they want you to know they’re there. They’ve had multiple opportunities to hide but stayed in plain sight. What do you want me to do?”
“Pull over here,” Rohan said as Leicester Square loomed in the distance. “We’ll walk the rest of the way.”
“You sure, guv?” the driver asked, wincing.
“Da,” Rohan replied. “It’s fine.”
He paid the fare by the roadside and Emma twitched, needing to be around the other hundreds of people still walking around London in the dead of night. She felt exposed, the cold air biting her shoulders and bare arm
