She reached out for the T-shirt Ash had been wearing and pulled it over her head. It swam on her, reaching midway down her thighs. She pulled on her boots, snatched up her phone again and stomped back into the kitchen where Bane greeted her excitedly. She patted his head absently as she headed for the front door.

Boris was waiting for her next to one of a fleet of her brother's tastefully armoured cars. She dialled her brother while making a beeline for Boris, the expression ...