“Oy, watch where you’re going.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. London is even prettier with all the lamps out.”
“American?” The young man sized her up.
“Canadian.”
“Much better. You like London at night?”
“Oh, yes. It’s beautiful, magical.”
“Magic? I know just the pub.” The stranger slipped his hand through Jessica’s.
In her free hand, she sent a text: Hooked up with a local. See you later! “What kind of magic do you have for me?” She gave him a look that should encourage him.
“Blood magic.”
Jessica shrieked, but one more cry went unnoticed.
