“Throw me the sword, Blackthorn!” Jesse wrenched his gaze away from the Chimeras—and stared in amazement. Halfway up the War Memorial was Bridget, wearing a flowered dress and an apron, her red curls flying, her face blazing with fury. “I knew it!” Jesse yelled, “I knew you were still in London! But how? How did you escape Belial’s enchantment?” “No one tells me what to do!” Bridget shouted back. “The sword!”
