Chapter 136

The car sped away from the traffic lights with a shriek of rubber on asphalt and I pressed my feet down instinctively, bracing myself by clutching the door with one hand and the other curled tightly around the edge of the seat. As we had sensed the Varúlfur scouts, they had clearly detected us also and when our car fled the lights, they followed in close pursuit, almost bumper to bumper with us. Shop fronts, neon lights, bars and restaurants whirled past in a blur as Harper hit the accelerator, the road ahead suddenly rushing towards us as if we were in some first-person racing car video game. Only there was no pulling the plug on this game, we couldn't even hit the pause button and no matter what Grand Theft Auto might have you believe, the streets of London were not built for car chases. I hissed as Harper took a corner sharply, the tyres screaming as we turned into the next road, causing the late-night pedestrians to stop and stare as we careered along the road with the Varúlfur's c