Rachel flinched as John threw another box at the wall. Glass bottles shattered on the concrete floor. Since arriving at Lulu"s club on the outskirts of the London/S"aven border, he"d lost control of his temper. His brother was on the wrong side of the fence, in police custody, and the Institute were coming. It was clear he was scared, and John Smith didn"t get scared. He grabbed an empty bottle and launched that next. If he didn"t stop soon he was going to hurt himself—or somebody else. And none of this was helping Charlie.
Behind him, Roxy had slumped on the floor. He looked exhausted, his thick, matted hair hanging over his bloodshot eyes. He seemed to be content letting John smash up his mother"s basement without comment. But then he probably had more pressing things on his mind. A cou
