IGNATIUS WATCHED THE OTHERS MOVE away, then turned and stared at the glowing door.

'Here!' Rashid handed him a shirt. 'Use this.'

Ignatius nodded and wrapped the garment around his hand then moved close to the door, flinching at the heat. In a quick motion, he threw the door open and charged in. He stopped short, and for the first time in decades felt the icy spread of fear.

Catherine writhed, naked on the bed, her face contorted in agony. Her normally porcelain ...