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Josiah looked up then, giving the driver an unrestricted view of those cold white eyes. "Yeah, cataracts or something," he said, the softness of his deep voice doing nothing to soften the almost sinister intensity of his gaze. It wasn't cataracts. The driver knew it wasn't cataracts and for the first time, I think he also knew there wasn't something quite right about the occupants in the back of his black Hackney carriage. He stiffened, his eyes darting to Harper and me in the mirror, doing whatever he could to avoid Josiah's stare. Of course, he had no clue what we really were - no one ever really thinks that could be a possibility until it's too late – but whatever he thought, it was obvious that he wished he'd never asked that question. When he pulled away, doing a u-turn in the road, he took one last look at us and I could almost hear his sigh of relief as he sped away from the three strange passengers he'd left by the roadside. As soon as he'd gone, I started up the s