Sighing, Elijah did just that and then the trunk closed.
Darkness surrounded her.
As she listened to Elijah get in and start the engine, Echo took calming breaths. Her body was in survival mode, her heartracing, her nerve endings snapping so she was jittery and too full of adrenaline. The sun was rising.
Before the plane had landed, she and Elijah had gone over their plan for arriving in Peckham at his parents’ house. On the off chance that William, having lost contact with Echo and most likely having already tracked Jack’s and Sajid’s phones to their bodies, was watching the Webbs’ home, they had to go in as discreetly as possible.
It was a test of Elijah’s abilities. While he could make himself appear nondescript and unrecognizable with a hazy energy spell, he’d never tried affecting someone else before. He’d have to carry Echo in a wrapped-up bundle into the house and make it look like he was carrying a rucksack, not a vampire.
Echo couldn’t say she was looking forward to it all that much. If the blanket slipped at any point, she’d be toast.
Elijah had assured her with his usual cocky confidence that he could get her safely inside.
Trying to distract herself from her concerns, she thought of Odette.
Odette who had no idea what William had done to her.
But Echo could prove it, if she had to.
It was then she allowed something to infiltrate her mind. Something she’d steadfastly ignored when she realized Elijah’s parents would need to be protected before she could ask for his help.
She was in London.
Echo was now in the same city as Margaret Lancaster.
And she couldn’t go anywhere near her because William had Margaret under constant surveillance.
Twisted, psychotic fuck! Enraged tears filled her eyes.
“Uh, are you all right back there, love?” Elijah called.
Echo stiffened. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I’m getting serious fury vibes from you right now.”
“What do you mean? Can you … can you sense my emotions?”
Like how she could feel his urgency to get to his parents?
“Uh … yeah, I can a bit. It’s new. But I suppose it’s just another of my fae abilities kicking in, right?”
“Right,” she answered, but her mind whirled with the possibilities.
“You don’t sound so sure about that. Something I should know?”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, you’re like a chatty cab driver. Just shut up and drive,” she snapped.
“I think you might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever disliked,” he replied almost cheerfully.
“Could you sound like any more of a rock star prick?”
“Yes, actually, I could.”
Echo’s lips twitched, and she stifled a snort of laughter.
“Ah … I felt a twinge of amusement there,” he said smugly.
“Get out of my emotions,” she huffed.
