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No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of both the publisher and author. Theres no way, Leithen replied, his voice somewhat quieter now. The others murmured in agreement. What happened? Rowan tries to make fists. Tries to stop himself screaming as the metal bites into his flesh. Still, she had to try.Youve got to help me get out of here. He snorted briefly, and then tucked the end of his staff under her chin, not entirely gentle, nor rough, lifting her face to look at her.Perhaps. By the goddess, she should have told poor Leithen to turn everyone away. He wouldnt turn away a nobleman like Vertigern. Especially not Vertigern himself, who would have been her husband once. So what youre telling me is shes nuts. Rowan is enjoying Vicky. Hes learned more than he needs to. Shes from Carlisle originally, which makes her positively cosmopolitan in these parts. She lives in a three bedroomed terraced house near the seafront in Seascale with four children and a lodger: a reclusive Polish man who works in one of the posher Lakeland hotels. Shes been married twice, she has an older sister called Beth, and she cleans for seven different private clients in the West Cumbria area. She worked as a care assistant at a retirement home for a few years but was placed on a zero-hours contract a while back that couldn’t guarantee her the hours she needed. For all that he is now well-versed in her life, Rowan is beginning to wonder whether there is anything further to be gained from the exchange. He’s bought all the drinks so far and he hasn’t got the energy to sleep with her. He’s considering making a show of draining the last of his pint. Wonders if it would be rude to leave her a tenner for a cab and to wish her well with whatever comes next in life. He’d quite like to smash Shipley’s head trough the fruit machine as he goes. Wonders if this pain to his hands will be worth the satisfaction of punching at least one of them in the face. Sees eyes she recognises, in a face she has smiled into a thousand times. Shall we go and say our goodbyes to the lady, Mum, asks Snowdrop, nudging her mum. Serendipity looks mildly surprised at the question but seems to read something in her daughters eyes that strikes some kind of chord. Serendipity plays along, making a grew show of shouting Marjorie inher most affected jolly-hockeysticks voice. Another sound came to her now, laboured breath, the slow scrape of cloth and skin on stone... someone crawling. Look at him. 11. He didnt move and neither did she. It was over. She forced in a breath..