Kris led me to another clearing, this time with a small stream cutting across one edge of it. Kris loped to the stream and knelt. He cupped one long fingered hand to scoop up some of the crystal clear water.
Over the next minute the others filtered into the clearing. It puzzled me how they knew Kris was waiting there. As they gathered, Kris stayed near the water with his eyes closed.
I started to speak but James touched my arm and shook his head. His warning look was unmistakable. Frustrated, I walked away before I said something that would get me in trouble.
Kris must have come up behind me when my back was to him because when I turned I almost ran into his well muscled chest.
“We need to go. Now.”
“What?” I could tell by the look on his face he was serious.
“Stephan’s on our trail. We’re going to
? From here? In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s no airports or train stations around,” my sarcasm didn’t over well as Kris gritted his teeth and growled slightly. London
“Someone will get your belongings from your hotel room. Close your eyes.”
“Ah. No. Not until you tell me what you’re planning to do.”
“I already told you. We’re going to
“Close your eyes. You won’t get sick that way.”
I looked around Kris to James but he was no help. I couldn’t read the expression on his face. Kris wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his solid body. A blinding light flashed. In an instant I was dizzy, nauseous and my head pounded.
“What just happened?” I struggled not to be sick.
Kris pointed over my shoulder. I turned and saw Big Ben before the world spun into darkness.
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