Alexis stared at her father as the words left his mouth. "What..." She laughed a bit, her veins still filled with rage. "What do you mean? Trevor. The boy you-"
"I don't know anyone named Trevor, Alexis." Her father replied to her, as calmly as possible. "Who is he?"
"I..." She snatched the picture back from her father's hands and shoved it into her pocket. "I have to go." She marched past him and out the door, closing it forcefully behind her.
She forced down her fear and kept a blank face as she trudged down the street. Her father didn't know who he was. He kidnapped her. Who was he?!
She held her hand out for a cab and one rolled to a stop beside her. She slid into the back and took a deep breath. "Baker Street, please."
She leaned her head back against the seat and looked out the window as the cab drove down the street. She tried to collect her thought and think about what she would tell Sherlock. 'Oh yeah, turns out my dad doesn't know the boy who kidnapped me. Whoops.'
She sighed heavily and dropped her head into her hands. He's going to freak out. He's not going to let her go anywhere if she tells him.
She shook her head and looked back out the window. She watched the buildings go by, when she realized they weren't going in the right direction.
"Um, excuse me," she leaned forward a bit in her seat so the driver could hear her better. "This isn't the way to Baker Street.."
"I know it isn't." Replied a familiar voice. Deep. Dark. Slightly raspy.
Sebastian Moran.
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My Father's Daughter: The Life of Alexis Moriarty
Fiksi Penggemar* SEQUEL TO MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER: THE STORY OF ALEXIS MORIARTY * After finding out that her father is still alive and trying to protect her, Alexis must face one of the biggest challenges of her life.
