Bianca had not slept all night long. Sitting in the armchair beside the long French windows in her room, she stared out at the beautiful rolling lawns and the small fairy lights scattered around them and sighed.

What was happening to Anna?

And her Masters…?

When the phone rang, she jumped up and ran to the bed where she had left it .

O’Grady’s face appeared on the screen, as handsome and vital as ever, his black hair mussed, eyes gleaming.

His expression ...