Book 3 : Chapter 70

We'll go down to the hotel, Mary," she announced to the maid, pulling from her bag the London guidebook she had taken from the library.

Let's see which one is the most suitable..The horses slowed as they took the path that led to the bridge over the river.

Eden glanced out the door at the fog-shrouded landscape, then back to her guide.

“The Pulteney looks to be the most comfortable and central," she explained, trying to keep her tone light, "but it's certainly very expensive. Let's see.”

The sedan lurched forward and, at the sound of hooves on logs, Jimin realized they had reached the bridge.

There was a terrible creak.

The coachman screamed and the sedan pitched sideways. Eden tried to grab hold of Amara, but her hands could only clasp Mary's dress as Icy water invaded the darkened cabin. They had fallen into the river.

Ian waded to the edge of the torrent, the water almost completely submerging his high boots.

“Too late," he announced. The dam's already broken.

There's no way