CHAPTER 2
She jumped back as the bus hurtled past, scowling at the traffic. She'd not liked the thought of London before, but now she was here she liked it even less.
"Which way now?" Rónàn asked.
"How should I know?" she snapped, instantly regretting being so short with him. It wasn't his fault none of them knew what they were doing.
"What did Malan say again?" Jared placed a soothing hand on the small of her back as he spoke, offering her the comfort she needed.
"He described the Tower of London, but I doubt it's that easy."
"Why not?" Rónàn asked.
"Because it's Malan," Jared muttered. "He doesn't do straight forward."
"Maybe this time he is? I've not heard of him before, but he seems to actually care about the fate of the world."
"Don't be fooled," Macey mumbled under her breat
