CHAPTER ELEVENLondon sucked. It wasn’t the food or the people, the noise or the crowds. No, what Charouth disliked most about London were the ghosts. London was a haunted city and while she couldn’t see them, the presence of spirits always disturbed her. It was filled with so many souls that were never collected by their Watchers and instead lingered in limbo. So many uncollected souls that were unreachable by Watchers and denied the resolution of an afterlife. Such a shame.
As Charouth passed the Hackney Central train station a shiver crept up her spine. Lots of ghosts remained here. She shoved the creepy feeling aside. Nothing could ruin this tonight. In the inside pocket of her jacket the warmth of the ankh’s power thrummed against her chest. And they thought she couldn’t handle the si
