Chapter 28
Tessie had travelled across the Irish Sea with the weight of a hundred pounds in her skirts. Her mother's words carried in her ears and images of Faye fluttered always close by. Picking incessantly at her hands where the blood had stained her nails, a quiet rage smouldered in her chest.
For five days she'd let the stench of London settle over her, and exchanging Ruby's extravagant dresses for some more practical, she'd walked the harbour each evening hoping and praying to run into Finn. Christmas was over. The city forged on, and with her cloak hanging low and the smell of hot pies and river water swirling around her, she knew the Angel's men were still out there looking for her. She wondered if they would even recognise her should they look into her eyes. She did not feel the
