The Draconian Woman. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen – The Chase Between Seconds The House With No Address vanished behind them as quietly as it had appeared. One moment, Serakha, Emma and the Keeper stood beneath the ancient oak tree. The next... they were back in the narrow alley. Cold November air brushed against their faces. The familiar sounds of the city returned all at once—the distant hum of traffic, the clatter of tram wheels, laughter drifting from a nearby café, the bark of an impatient dog. Everything appeared perfectly ordinary. Too ordinary. Serakha felt it immediately. Something had changed. She didn't know what. But every instinct she had ever trusted during centuries of command suddenly awakened. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The city felt... wrong. The Keeper did not smile. For the first time since Serakha had met her, the warmth in the old woman's eyes was replaced by quiet concern. "They found the House." Emma looked around. "Who?" The Keeper answered softly....
