London sped by in a furious blur. High-rise apartment blocks merged with single-storey shops. Double-decker buses blended with black Hackney cabs and motorbikes. Dirty grey slush surged like a flood in the gutters, engulfing the kerb and concealing the border between pavement and road. Faces, one after one, melted together like candle wax, distorting features, turning each and every person into a twisted tapestry of city life. Whispers filtered through the haze but I could barely hear them over the pounding bass of my head rush. Kale was dead!
The words just kept repeating themselves over and over again, the noise scratching painfully like a needle slipping on a vinyl record. Scratch, repeat, scratch, repeat. "Paige, get Lucius and wait for Megan. Head to Silvertown." I blinked, hearing m
