Ada’s POV
“Is a tour! These us the backways cross London and all; ya see tons of great sights here!” He beamed at us, his eyes turning from Addison to focus on the alley again. “Right up ‘er is a private club that all’th young pups come to.”
“Does he really think we’ll fall for this?” Grace snickered through the link, trying to hide her grin.
“We need to be on our guard; we don’t know how many are there. And he seems confident, so I’m guessing we aren’t the only ones he’s done this to.” Addison opened her clutch to get ready, the driver still not expecting a thing.
When we got closer to the building, he accelerated all of the sudden and aimed for a garage door that swung open, males waiting on the other side with collars and chains. “Sorry, ladies; but yer toll is due!” The driver snic
