Proserpina

I would have leapt out of the car and cuddled little Paddy. The little fellow was jumping up and down in his rather awkward way to greet us.

But Lucien gripped my hand painfully and when I turned to look at him, he shook his head, grey eyes cold and warning.

I slumped slightly but I did not demur. Lucien knew what he was up to; I had found that out the hard way on many occasions and I was not going to put us all in danger.

He barked an order to Beston who ...