When Aelin's daughter, Nehemia, disappears through a strange Wyrdmark, Aelin will do anything to get her back. But someone is trying to sabotage Nehemia's way home, and the truth is much more terrifying than either of them ever imagined...โฆ
A man was slouching on the rails next to 221B. His ebony hair didn't quite reach the nape of his neck, and eyes of a piercing blue gazed out from underneath the curls of his hair. A midnight scarf was knotted loosely about his neck, and he wore a long black coat. On his face was a permanently bored expression, rather spoilt by the swift, darting movements of his eyes, taking in his surroundings. John Watson hoped that moving in with Sherlock Holmes was a good idea, either way he seemed to be having fun, more fun than he'd had in years. Despite the dead body count that was steadily rising.โฆ