CHAPTER FORTY THREE
As they hurried through the corridors of Newton’s house, Oliver had to tell himself over and over that the scientist was safe now. That Chris would get his just deserts. But another part of him knew that wasn’t the last he’d see of Chris. Newton wouldn’t be able to hold the Obsidians indefinitely, and the moment they got free, they’d be after him. All those shenanigans with Newton had just been to draw Oliver to this place and divert him from his mission, after all. He was the one they really wanted. They’d let him slip from his fingers once before. Now a second time. What were the chances they’d fail a third time if they got the chance?
Better not give them the chance then, Oliver thought.
They ran back out into the damaged streets of London. Soon they reached the a
