Chapter Twenty-Six
LILLIAN
Lillian held onto Isaac’s hand tightly as they walked across the Millennium Bridge, looking down the River Thames.
“London’s a beautiful city, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Isaac agreed, and they stopped, a surging crowd of tourists all around them. Leaning against the railing, she rested her head on his shoulder and shivered, and he held her tighter.
“Are you cold?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I didn’t think it would be this cold.”
“It’s the wind,” he said. “Come on.”
“No,” Lillian told him. She put a hand on his chest and steadied him. “Let’s talk.”
“Okay.”
“I want to know what’s about to happen. You haven’t really opened up to me about that.”
“Well… for starters, you’re about to meet the remaining eleven Elders.”
“I’m interested, but that’s not what I meant. I mean…
