Xav!Got you. Not letting you go.I realised I wasn’t alone in mental deep space; he had always been there and could pilot me home.

I wasn’t thinking all of them—just Zed and Victor. Zed as the seventh son has a touch of most of our skills and can hold us together when we do a joint investigation. He’s a pain in the neck but a useful one.

Hell-on-skis, can you hear me? This is flying cupcake.

I’ve just had a really evil idea.””My favourite kind

Xav sprinkled olive oil on his lettuce. ‘Lola was very particular that it all had to fit properly.’ ‘Lola?’ squeaked Diamond. I wanted to warn her not to rise to the bait Xav was dangling in front of her but it was too late. Xav added some Parmesan and pepper. ‘Suspicious, Diamond? You should be....