Alice eyed the group of men suspiciously and played close mind to the hairs raising on the back of her neck. Cameron would protect her if something nefarious happened, but he was only one person and they were grown men. Perhaps this was why Maire so rarely allowed her to visit London unaccompanied. "How terrible, and so mundane too. Next you'll tell me you can fly."

They arrived at the teashop, his guiding hand a steady force on her back. "Fine, fine. But only if we can have a plate of gingersnaps."