𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚....
In which Thomas Shelby finds himself beaten by Billy Kimber and a rival Romani gang. Evelyn Heron, the daughter of Birminghams new leader, has spent years on the run, living in the shadows in an effort...
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THOMAS SHELBY'S deafening silence was beginning to drive Evelyn insane. He was angry with her and, granted, Evelyn was a little upset with herself as well.
He hadn't spoken to her at all the last two days, only providing responses with nods or shakes of his head, sometimes accompanied with an occasional grunt or puff of air. And though he didn't use words, his eyes told Evelyn all she needed to know.
It was bizarre - Evelyn told herself that she had nothing to feel guilty about. She wasn't tied to the Peaky Blinders, not in any way that was tangibly meaningful. She had given them no oath, no promise of obedience to stay put and remain passive in the unspoken declaration of war between them and her father.
And yet, when Thomas's eyes lingered on her from across the clearing, Evelyn could not shake the remorse that settled into the silence between herself and Thomas. His own stare was ridden with a mixture of anger and fear, a misplaced anxiety that Evelyn knew Thomas could not figure out himself. She saw it in the way his eyebrows crinkled when they locked eyes, confusion appearing behind it all.
Evelyn was confused too, because it was the first time since her mother that someone had shown care for her existence - that there was someone in her life who actually wanted to protect her. And she had no idea what to do about it.
Perhaps that's why she felt guilty. She had unwillingly put both of them in danger, and now it was only a matter of days before Danior's men would find them. They knew something was up now - there was no denying that.
And whoever put that carving on the tree was also well-aware of Evelyn's movements. That was the price she was paying for staying stagnant. But who else was tracking her? Was there another group trying to leverage her standing to gain favor with Danior? She hadn't mentioned what she saw on the stump to Thomas or Polly. Evelyn feared that if they knew she was possibly being followed, they would cast her back out to the woods to fend for herself, and she would find herself back at square-one, tossed farther away from her son than before.
But if she was being followed, her father would have already gotten word that she was with the Peaky Blinders. He would know where she was staying, along with the Shelby's, and he would know what they were planning.
And yet, his men were still searching for her.
Something wasn't adding up. There was another force working against her - Evelyn could feel it now. There was a tug in her stomach - the invisible rope that connected her to the other side pulled and twisted at her psyche, begging for her to open her mind to accept their message.
Evelyn had grown accustomed to this sensation, the continuous nag of ancestors trying to engulf their own souls around the heat of her physical being. Like her mother, she was a healer - connected to the spirits that transcended beyond the living's visible plane. The only difference, however, was that Evelyn had no training. Her abilities indoctrinated themselves the day her mother died, and she had been left to figure it out by herself.
