TITLE: Shadows Over Love
GENRE: Alternative Historical Romance
Montague signaled. Crashes, screams, moans and a few shots rent the air of the quiet neighborhood caught in the boundary between residential London and the docks. He slid inside the doorway behind the last of his agents. One of the anarchists thought to slip around them and out into the street. Montague smirked and stuck his foot out. The man fell flat on his face. Dragging him back into the dying melee, Montague surveyed the scene.
Sparsely furnished, the back room of the chemist's shop was littered with the makings of explosives and automatons. He picked up one disarticulated arm and held it in front of the man in his grip. "Your work?"
The man spat at him and garbled something in some Eastern European dialect.
"I'll take that as a maybe." He threw the man at his closest agent. "Tie him up."
Scanning the room, he searched out the reputed leader of the cadre. Cuts and blooming contusions marred her skin. She sneered at him.
"Miss Yekaterina Krylova?"
For a moment, he thought she would imitate her compatriot and spit at him, but at the last moment, she sat back in the chair to which she'd been shackled.
"Who would like to know?" Contempt colored her voice. Accompanied by a sneer, he knew well what she thought of him.
"The man who could send you back to the work fields of Siberia."