Owen felt like hell and knew he must have looked even worse when Leo’s eyes widened at the sight of him. They were outside a rather awful little hovel of a place near White Chapel.
“I’m glad you arrived so quickly, but…” Leo brushed blond hair out of his eyes. “Is Milly making married life difficult?” He worded the question carefully.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Where the bloody hell is Jack?” Owen brushed the travel dust off his sleeves and stared coldly at the pub house’s wooden door. It was a nameless little hole in the wall, in utter shambles.
“He’s inside. He refused to come out when I asked him to. He asked for you.” Leo’s eyes were heavy with sorrow.
“Very well, let’s fetch him.” Owen shouldered his way into the dingy little pub and found Jack at once. He was slumped over a
