travel to London Bridge and learn some bad news about Beezle. Emily felt as though she had been dozing for only a few minutes before someone roughly shook her awake. She squinted into the lantern light to find Christopher Wren peering down at her, his face lined with worry. “Is it midnight already?” she asked, struggling into a sitting position. “Nearly. But that’s not why I woke you. It’s your brother, I’m afraid.” “Will?” Emily looked around the cellar. Jack was a dark shape curled up on the floor, but she couldn’t see Will anywhere. Or Katerina, for that matter. “Where is he?” “That’s the problem. He’s gone. And so has the girl.” “Gone?” Emily quickly stood up, wondering if Wren was playing a prank on her. “He can’t be gone.” Jack stirred and sat up. He looked around blearily. “What’s going on?” he asked, stifling a yawn. “Will’s gone, Jack. And so has Katerina.” Jack sprang to his feet and scanned the room. “If she’s done anything to him, I’ll kill her!”
