Excerpt: Hyde In Russia: The Jekyll Revolution

Henry, there's no use killing them here.

From somewhere in the dark recesses of his tortured brain, Jekyll felt his alter ego stir in his sleep and interject on the situation at hand. Nothing unusual. Hyde had been reluctant to venture out on his own for some time now, preferring to sleep quietly as Henry was forced to run from country to country, lying to save their lives. He was tempted to say the monster was a coward and childish, but Emilie pointed out that it probably was the case – Hyde was suffering for the first time in his life.

You're awake? Jekyll thought. The subtle shifting, like being on that fine edge of a dream and awake, blurred his vision slightly.

I've been awake. There's nothing to see. Bloody awful weather.

Henry... how would you feel if I murdered Emilie?

The question was frightening. He'd already come face-to-face with Madame Chevalier-Aucoin once before in a murderous rage and had only spared her life because he needed to escape. Emilie had been forced to watch the monster melt away to reveal the humiliated doctor inside, almost dead with exhaustion. Jekyll had resolved, after she had hidden him in her house and prepared to leave her home and country with him, that he would lay his life down for the courageous nurse.

You know the deal. I was to leave your lover alone and Emilie would be unharmed.

Edward, I can't imagine you telling him our secret.

A sigh, inaudible or possibly a breath of wind. Arguing is getting us nowhere. Staying out here will kill you, too.

Henry looked along the empty, snow-covered road. They'd been struggling through the blizzard for hours now. I don't know where I am or where we're going.

Then go on. It's the only way to go.

Impressed with the philosophical nature of this statement, Jekyll heaved himself to his feet and lifted the woman beside him into his arms. Emilie wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear to eliminate the roar of the wind. “Edward?”

Henry nodded. “He wants to find somewhere to rest. Says it's not worth killing all of us here.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“But I don't know where we're going.”

“Henry, have we ever known where we're going? We just run. We've been running for a long, long time.” A gentle kiss found itself to the doctor's frost-bitten cheek. “Just run a little further. We'll find somewhere to stop soon.”