*Freya*
I sit in the back of my carriage as it slowly makes its way out of London, nearly paralyzed with fear for my cousin’s safety. As the streets grow less and less busy, we have to fall farther and farther back from the carriage carrying Angel. I don’t want anyone up ahead to grow suspicious, and even more importantly, my carriage bears the recognizable Avalon crest. Anyone who has taken the time and effort to kidnap Angel from her house will know of her connection to Zac and me.
It is Woodside. It has to be. I nearly shoot out of my seat when the realization hits me. Woodside is mad for Angel. He has been after her for a year, and he had told me that he planned to marry her. The fact that Angel does not return his affections does not seem to affect his plans whatsoever.
“Good Godde
