Chapter 1
Swift shoved Katrina bound at her wrists into the carriage at the docks of London. She was used to his heavy handedness now and went without complaint, not that she could have done for she was also gagged with a grotty handkerchief which belonged to one of Swift's bodyguards/henchmen.
"Welcome to London, Katrina. Just wait, you might see your beloved Matthew again. Maybe." Theodore smiled maliciously. Katrina shivered against his gaze, fear flooding her soul.
She wanted desperately to see her big brother again, but not in these circumstances, not in the way which could lead to either of their deaths. Yet she also wished to be free of Theodore's clutches and knew the only one capable of rescuing her was Matthew. There was a jolt and a rattle and the coach drew away, heading towards Whitechapel. She put her knees together and half turned from Theodore Swift, and gazed out at the crowded streets of London through a tear in the coach's curtain.
"Find me, Matthew, please, find me." She thought hoping her brother would hear her, for they were family and they were blood and blood took care of blood, family took care of family.
