Page 21 of Empire of Ash

“Shit.”

“But…” he folds his arms over his chest. “That same jet landedbackin London at nine that night.”

My jaw ticks as I go still.

“And it took off again, back to Italy, at three in the morning.”

Everything goes quiet. My eyes narrow as the reality of this information truly hits me.

The fire that killed Cassandra was at midnight… exactly halfway through Oliver Prince being very much inLondon, not Milan.

Holy fuck.