Chapter 51
Who knows, it could be the fog that twists through the lanes of London, threading like a soul ever so slightly, turning their emptiness into canvas camouflaging murder-covering schematics. Emily wrapped her shawl tight around herself and watched for shadows in anticipation.
Whether or not her pulse beat quicker and louder, she would keep sounding the alarm, but every time she stood up that little bit stiffer than before. She didn't know what she was looking for, but The weird comments this morning made her feel uneasy. Emily knew from experience that avoiding threats did not make them go away. Anyone with half a brain would know this since Emily had married Emrys and Thomas Gray.
The data of the open-air at her toes felt moist, and just a ghastly mild dropped from an overhea
