“See what?” Colin asked, but the words were directed to Benchley’s retreating back. They followed him at a run, through the darkened castle and outside the crenellated walls. A hush seemed to fall over the countryside as the five of them gazed toward London. At the edge of the jet-black night sky, a dazzling red glow hovered at the horizon. Kendra’s whisper shattered the silence. “What is it?” “A fire,” Jason stated grimly. “And it looks big.” “London, on fire?” Kendra’s voice was tense with fear. “It looks closer.”
