Chapter Forty-One
 
Caro had eaten all the grapes again. April would have laughed if it didn’t hurt so much. During the week she had been in hospital, Caro had come in every day after school bearing a plastic carrier bag of fruit, crisps and unhealthy fizzy drinks to ‘help build up the patient’s strength’, despite having been repeatedly told that April was not allowed - was unable, in fact - to eat anything except the pureed hospital food. ‘Ah well, can’t let it go to waste,’ she would shrug, reaching for the Wotsits. April actually enjoyed the routine and was glad to have her friend to distract her with stories of the world outside, particularly details of the aftermath of what Caro now referred to as ‘The Winter Ball Massacre’. April was amused to hear that the school had bequeathed her a ‘Wall of April’ opposite ‘Milos Wall’, which was crammed with cards and letters from well-wishers, the same well-wishers who had so recently been exchanging gossip about her supposed loose behaviour at the Halloween party.
 
‘That girl Emily from your Philosophy class is now claiming that you and she are best buddies and that you’re going on holiday together when you get out of here. Clacton, I think it is.’
 
April giggled and immediately winced. On top of the pain in her bruised neck, laughter would also bring on shooting pains in her side where she had broken three ribs. Considering she had been attacked by a bloodthirsty monster from hell, April considered herself to have got off lightly. She’d had eighteen stitches in her head, a bruised spleen, a broken little finger and damage to her larynx. Worst of all, her arm had not been broken, it had been bitten, torn open down one side. ‘It looked like a Rottweiler had got hold of you,’ the surgeon had told her later. It was currently stapled together pending another operation, and bound up in bandages two inches thick.
 
Apart from an awful lot of very dark blood, no trace had been found of Marcus and the police were working on the theory that he had somehow managed to skip the country. According to DI Reece, who had visited the day before, they were also keen to talk to him in connection with both the Alix Graves and Isabelle Davis murders, although April guessed that this was due to pressure from his superiors to clear up the unsolved cases, rather than from a wealth of evidence. April’s statement was, she suspected, all the evidence they had.
 
‘There are about fifty theories going around school about Marcus,’ said Caro as she unzipped a banana. ‘Crack addiction, radiation poisoning, some sort of gay love tryst.’
 
‘I take it that last one was Simon’s?’ asked April.
 
‘You know him too well.’ Caro smiled. ‘The funny thing is that no one’s really going for the—’ she lowered her voice ‘—vampires angle, especially considering it all happened in Highgate Cemetery. I was convinced the media would be all over it, but maybe Nicholas Osbourne has managed to hush the whole thing up.’
 
April smiled. Even now, Caro couldn’t let the conspiracy theory go, despite the fact they had proven Davina’s father was neither a vampire nor the heartless fiend Caro had claimed. In many ways, April owed Nicholas Osbourne her life. After Gabriel had carried her onto the lawn, Davina’s dad had realised that it would take too long for an ambulance to reach the house, so he’d carried April to his car and driven her to A&E himself - mercifully close to the house - at high speed, running red lights and taking corners at sixty. Of course, without Gabriel, she would never have made it that far. Without Gabriel’s sacrifice, she would be lying next to her dad right now.
 
Oh God, Gabriel, what did you do? she thought for the hundredth time. Why did you do it?
 
When she had come round, two days after the attack, the doctors had told her how the young man had used his shirt to skilfully bind her wound. ‘An amazing job,’ said the consultant. ‘Without it, you would have bled to death for sure.’
 
But that wasn’t all. No, Gabriel had done something else, something so wonderful and terrible it still made her heart lurch to think of it. He had given her the kiss of life, despite knowing it would kill him. He had put his lips to hers and breathed life into her, even as she stole his away from him, infecting him with the Fury virus. April had done little else but lie there and think over the past few days and she would swing from anger at his stupidity to amazement at the incredible, selfless, loving thing he had done. Because it was love, she was sure of it. He hadn’t just resuscitated her, he had kissed her - he had kissed her there, half-dead in the snow of the cemetery, a full-on, passionate kiss that she had felt from her toes to the tips of her ears. And then - it made her heart leap so hard it hurt - he had told her he loved her. He loved her. More than that: he didn’t want to be in the world without her, those had been his actual words. April had tried to bring it up, to discuss it, to dissect the meaning when Gabriel had visited over the past few days, but she had found that whenever she tried to repeat the words, her throat closed and she choked, and instead she had simply held his hand and whispered, ‘Me too.’ Right now, April decided to concentrate on simpler matters.
 
‘So how’s everyone else?’ she asked.
 
‘Ah well, Davina’s thriving on the fact that it all happened yards from her bedroom and the fact that her dad was the unlikely hero. I was right about that too, by the way - the power of positive PR. Agropharm’s share price has gone through the roof after his heroics. I wouldn’t like to suggest he only saved you for the publicity, but …’
 
April smirked. ‘You’re still miffed he didn’t turn out to be the Regent, aren’t you?’
 
Caro pulled a satsuma out of her bag and began to peel it. ‘A bit.’ She smiled. ‘But it doesn’t mean that the Regent, whoever he is, isn’t the one behind the school. And there’s still that email from Nicholas to Hawk to explain. I mean, what does he want Ravenwood students for, exactly?’ She noticed April’s troubled expression and pulled an apologetic face. ‘Hey, you don’t need to worry about all that now,’ said Caro. ‘You just concentrate on getting better. Besides, Gabriel and I had a bit of a pow-wow last night and Big Gabe reckons the suckers will back right off now. There’s too much heat on them at the moment. Plus they must have loads of Christmas shopping to do. Capes, candles, that sort of thing.’
 
April giggled and winced again.
 
‘So how’s your mum coping?’ asked Caro.
 
‘It’s ironic, but I think it’s been good for her, having her daughter in intensive care,’ said April. ‘It’s given her something else to fret about. She certainly looks healthier these days and she and Grandpa Thomas seem to be getting along better. They’ve promised to give me “a big talk” when I’ve recovered, God knows what that’s going to be about. Stay away from crazy boys, probably.’
 
‘Speak of the devil,’ said Caro, looking across April’s bed and nodding towards the door of her room. She turned to see Gabriel standing there and her heart did a cartwheel. He was wrapped up in a big coat and he looked tired.
 
‘Hey there, hero,’ said Caro, standing up. ‘Your turn to cheer up the patient.’
 
‘Don’t go on my account,’ said Gabriel, but Caro held up the empty goodie bag. ‘I’m all out of supplies,’ she said, leaning over to kiss April goodbye.
 
When she was gone, Gabriel pulled up a chair and they smiled at each other awkwardly. April was glad he had come, but it hurt her to see him looking so drained. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she just didn’t know how. She pushed herself up and swung her legs off the bed.
 
‘We’re going for a walk in the garden,’ she said to a nurse as they left April’s room, then took Gabriel’s arm and they walked slowly down to a wide silver lift that opened into the same lobby she had stood in the night her father had died. They walked to the rear entrance, into a garden overlooking Waterlow Park to the north and the East Cemetery to the south. Through the trees they could just see the top of the Osbourne mansion and April shivered. Gabriel draped his coat around her shoulders, almost a ritual between them now, and they walked along the path.
 
‘So how are you feeling?’
 
‘Not bad,’ said April, gesturing to her injured arm. ‘Apparently I’m healing really quickly. Not as quick as you, of course. Well, I mean, as quick as you used to heal. Sorry, I didn’t think.’
 
Gabriel laughed. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m okay. I quite like it in a funny way.’
 
‘How can you like it?’ said April with sadness in her voice. ‘You’re dying.’
 
Gabriel let a long breath out, his cheeks pink. ‘I haven’t been ill in a hundred years. Not a cold, not a headache, barely even a scratch. When you get used to being that way, it makes you complacent and arrogant. You lose touch with life.’
 
They stopped where the wall bordered the cemetery. There was a little green space with benches and they sat down. Gabriel ran a hand over the bare branches of a shrub growing next to their seat as if he was seeing a tree for the first time.
 
‘Nature is all about things being born and dying, isn’t it?’ he said quietly. ‘In a few months there will be leaves here and flowers in the beds. There’s a flow to the world that you can only see when you’re vulnerable. Normal people get sad when it rains, they worry about germs, they look forward to spring. None of that matters to a vampire, because nothing can touch us. It’s funny, I feel more alive than I have in years, now that I’m dying. And now that I have you.’
 
‘But maybe you’re not going to die,’ said April, tears springing into her eyes. ‘Maybe there’s a cure.’
 
Gabriel put his cold hand up to touch her face. ‘There is, April.’ He smiled. ‘It’s you. You are the cure.’
 
She was crying now. ‘But I’ve only just found you,’ she sobbed. ‘Why does everything I love have to go away?’
 
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm and April could feel him next to her, his heart beating as hard as hers. God, is this how it feels? she thought. Is this really love? Then suddenly she pulled back, pushing him away ineffectually with her one good arm.
 
‘Oh God, what have you done?’ she said. ‘You can’t kiss me!’
 
Gabriel laughed. ‘Oh yes I can!’ He chuckled, gathering her up in his arms and kissing her again. ‘You can’t infect me twice, can you?’
 
April looked unconvinced. ‘But maybe I’ll make it worse or something.’
 
He shook his head and placed two fingers on her lips. ‘Trust me, I’m a doctor.’
 
‘You’re a what?’
 
He threw his head back and laughed, but there was a rasping sound to it that April didn’t like at all. ‘I’m over a hundred years old, remember?’ he said. ‘You stick around long enough, you can learn a lot. Got to fill your time with something - we don’t all play the church organ in the dead of night, you know.’
 
April stared at him open-mouthed.
 
‘You’re a doctor?’
 
Somehow this was harder to believe than him being undead.
 
‘Remember I was a student when I was turned? I switched from law to medicine. I needed to be near blood, so it seemed logical. Unfortunately, I have to keep doing the exams.’
 
‘Why?’
 
‘Because I look like this,’ he said, pointing to his face. ‘I can pass for early twenties, but I’m perpetually a junior doctor, so every few years I have to start again and requalify in a different place.’
 
‘But doesn’t seeing all that blood send you into a feeding frenzy or something?’
 
Gabriel shook his head. ‘Just the opposite. Imagine you were a drug addict who ran a chemist’s. You wouldn’t spend your whole time off your head, would you? Having so much blood around makes it easier.’
 
‘But aren’t there other ways to get blood?’
 
‘Well, most vampires have feeders, people who let them drink a little of their blood every day.’
 
‘Don’t you?’
 
‘I have in the past,’ he said, and April found herself feeling ridiculously jealous.
 
‘So, what - you have access to the blood banks?’
 
Gabriel nodded. ‘It’s not like I’m denying anyone - despite what the blood donor drives tell you, there’s always a huge surplus of type O.’
 
‘So because of your training you were able to stop my arm bleeding?’
 
Gabriel nodded. April tried to remember it, but all she got was a jumble of images: the sensation of falling, gravestones and trees, Marcus’s face covered with blood. She turned to Gabriel.
 
‘Why did you do it, Gabriel? Why did you save me?’
 
He brushed the hair away from her face. ‘Because I couldn’t let you go,’ he said softly.
 
‘But you’re going to have to now, aren’t you?’ she said, feeling tears sting her eyes. ‘Now we’ll be apart anyway.’ It was all so unfair: she had found her perfect man, done everything she could to push him away, and now, when he had finally told her he loved her, he had given his life for hers.
 
‘Hey, I’m not dead yet,’ he said and pulled her in for another kiss.
 
‘them…’
 
At the sound of someone clearing their throat, April glanced away from Gabriel and found herself looking at Miss Holden.
 
‘Miss …’ she stammered, instinctively pulling away from Gabriel. ‘What are you doing here?’
 
The teacher raised her eyebrows. ‘It’s visiting hours, April, the nurse told me where to find you.’ She held up the bag she was carrying. ‘I brought you some books I thought might help pass the time.’
 
Homework? thought April bitterly. Haven’t I suffered enough?
 
‘Well, I think I’d better be going,’ said Gabriel, standing up.
 
‘Indeed,’ said Miss Holden. He nodded to the teacher, but then turned back to April. Slowly, deliberately, he planted his lips on hers, taking his time with the kiss.
 
Wow! was all her brain could come up with, hoping he might do it again, but instead he just turned and walked back to the hospital.
 
‘Well.’ Miss Holden cleared her throat uncomfortably. ‘Are you allowed to drink tea? Because I could certainly do with a cup.’
 
In the ground-floor café, the teacher brought April a cup of warm soup and they settled down at an out-of-the-way table.
 
‘Do I really have to do homework?’ asked April, blowing on her soup.
 
‘It is Ravenwood, April,’ said Miss Holden. ‘You can’t get behind. Anyway, I thought you’d want something to keep your mind off things, since you’ve had an awful lot on your plate recently.’
 
April shrugged. ‘I’m doing okay,’ she said. ‘I mean, it has been tough with the new school and my dad and everything, but—’
 
‘Oh, I don’t mean all that,’ said Miss Holden, taking a sip of her tea. ‘I mean the vampires.’
 
She said it so lightly, in such an offhand manner, that April didn’t think she could have heard her right. ‘I’m sorry, the vampires?’
 
Miss Holden smiled. ‘Yes, April. I know all about it, and I’ve been trying to discuss it with you.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s been rather difficult so far.’
 
April put down her spoon. Suddenly she didn’t feel like eating any more.
 
‘You … you know?’
 
The teacher nodded. ‘I’ve been a little economical with the truth, I’m afraid. It’s true that as a teacher, it’s my responsibility to look after you, but my responsibilities actually go a lot further than that. I know that you’ve recently discovered your true place in the world and I’m here to help you however I can.’
 
April shifted in her seat. She felt uncomfortable and, frankly, a bit weird. Was this woman really telling her that she knew about the Furies thing?
 
‘What place in the world?’
 
‘You’re a Fury, April. You have the mark behind your ear, don’t you?’
 
April couldn’t help reaching up to touch her hair defensively. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said.
 
Miss Holden nodded and looked down at her cup. ‘I completely understand. This must be the strangest thing in the world for you at the moment. Not only have you discovered that vampires are actually real, you’ve discovered that some of them live in your town, in your street. Then, when you’re getting your head around that, you find that they even go to your school.’
 
April genuinely couldn’t think what to say. It seemed stupid to deny it when Miss Holden clearly knew so much, but even so, she had become used to being paranoid and careful. After all, she had no idea who this woman really was or what she wanted. She said she was here to help, but how could she possibly help?
 
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ said April, as evenly as she could.
 
Miss Holden smiled slightly. ‘Okay, fine,’ she said, fixing April with a serious look. ‘I’m guessing that no one has been straight with you up until now, so I will be. My name is Annabel Holden and I am a Guardian. I have known about the vampires since before I could talk, and I have been fighting them ever since I could stand. The Guardians are a secret society dedicated to gathering information on the vampires and doing everything we can to prevent their rise. We have been doing this since the first undead climbed from the grave, and many believe that moment pre-dates the Bible. My mother was a Guardian and so was my grandfather; the secret is passed down the generations. We have a network of friends around the world - police, church members, academics, even people in government - who let us know where the vampires are active. We go there to do what we can. That’s why I’m here, that’s why I teach at Ravenwood. At first, I thought I was here to learn about the Ravenwood organisation and do my best to protect the students, but now it seems I am here to train you.’
 
‘Train me?’
 
Miss Holden smiled. ‘Not like Rocky. I’m here to teach you everything I know about vampires. Who they are, what they can do, what they want. What you can do. Because without that knowledge, you’ll be in serious danger.’ She watched April’s face carefully. ‘I don’t want to scare you, April, but it’s pointless to pretend otherwise. There’s something bad happening around us, a darkness is gathering.’
 
‘A darkness?’
 
‘Three high-profile killings, unprovoked attacks, an increase in recruitment, and I think that’s just the beginning. The vampires are on the move. Maybe it’s just a power struggle between the clans, but the rise of Ravenwood suggests a bigger plan, something much more far-reaching and sinister.’
 
‘But wasn’t Marcus acting alone?’ asked April with a terrible feeling of dread. It had been hard enough to grasp the fact that she’d been half-killed by a vampire, but the idea that it might not have been a random act was too much to bear.
 
Miss Holden saw her frightened expression and softened her tone. ‘Yes, it’s possible Marcus was just out of control, although if he was involved in your dad or Isabelle’s deaths, I assume he was acting on orders, but this -’ she gestured towards April’s wounds ‘- this was personal. I’m sorry. I should have guessed that Marcus would do something like this after you were targeted by Benjamin.’
 
‘I was targeted?’
 
‘Yes. All of your friends have been - you must have noticed that?’
 
April looked down at her hands, feeling guilt at having dragged so many people she cared about into this horrible mess.
 
‘I can only think Marcus felt threatened by you when he saw how strongly Benjamin, Davina and the rest of the vampires were drawn to you. He felt the attraction too and I think he hated being so powerless; that’s probably what sent him over the edge. Mr Sheldon disciplined him after he threatened you, of course, and I thought that would be enough, but I was wrong.’
 
‘What do you mean, they were drawn to me?’
 
‘You’re a Fury, April. Like it or not, you’re a part of nature, a counterbalance to the vampires. You’re a honey trap for vampires. Everything about you is designed to draw them in: the way you look, the sound of your voice, even your smell. You must have noticed that people at the school were reacting to you in an unusual way?’
 
April felt cold; goosebumps ran up and down her unbandaged arm. She had felt it. Of course, she had assumed it was because she was new and therefore interesting, but perhaps … It would certainly explain a lot: like why someone like Milo Asprey would want to kiss her. Like why Davina wanted to be friends with her. But could any of this be true? Was she really that different from everyone else? She knew one thing: she didn’t want to be different.
 
‘You’re not saying much,’ said Miss Holden.
 
April shook her head. She was reluctant to open up to the teacher, tell her how angry she felt at having been backed into this corner, having so much heaped upon her shoulders, having people around her get hurt. She wanted to tell someone, to let it all out before she burst, but she had no idea who Miss Holden really was and what she wanted from her. April shrugged. ‘I’m finding it hard to get excited about any of it to be honest. My dad’s dead, I’ve been mauled by a lunatic and … well, I’ve got a lot on my mind.’
 
‘Gabriel, you mean?’ she asked.
 
April looked up and saw a kind expression on the teacher’s face. ‘For what it’s worth, I don’t think the Fury thing is what drew him to you,’ said Miss Holden. ‘I think there’s a much simpler explanation.’
 
April could feel herself choking up and Miss Holden touched her hand gently. ‘I know what he did for you, April,’ she said softly. ‘It was a wonderful thing, whoever or whatever he is. So maybe this will help: a Guardian’s job is to know where the vampires are and what they’re doing, and as far as I know, Gabriel Swift hasn’t shown any interest in another woman since he buried Lily.’
 
April’s eyes widened. ‘How do you know about Lily?’
 
‘I know the whole story, April - it’s what I do. But you watch yourself with him, okay? He may have saved your life but he’s still a vampire.’
 
April shook her head, tears pricking her eyes again. ‘Not for much longer.’
 
Miss Holden lifted her bag onto the table and pulled out a book. ‘Listen, I’ve got to be getting back to school, but I’ll leave you this.’
 
She slid it across to April. It was an old linen-bound book, the sort Mr Gill had stacked up in their thousands. On the spine in faded letters was the title Magick and Ritual.
 
‘This will answer a lot of your questions,’ she said. ‘It’s a sort of Rough Guide to mythical creatures, written in 1840. You can take whatever you find in there as gospel, more or less.’ She tapped the edge of the book where a bright pink Post-it note was sticking out. ‘I think you’ll be particularly interested in chapter six. I’ve marked the page, although as a Guardian, I really shouldn’t be telling you about it. Think of it as a goodwill gesture.’
 
April looked at her quizzically, but Miss Holden just smiled.
 
‘You’ll see,’ she said, rising. ‘And I’ve written my numbers on the bookmark. Give me a call when you feel up to it, then we can have a proper talk. My door, of course,’ she said with an ironic smile, ‘is always open.’
 
April got up with her and walked back towards the lifts. ‘So what happens when I go back to school?’ she asked.
 
‘Business as usual. I’m the teacher, you’re just another student.’
 
‘But how can I pretend nothing’s happened?’
 
Miss Holden stopped and looked at April, her expression deadly serious. ‘You have to, April, because your life depends on it and so do the lives of the people around you.’
 
April began to object, but the teacher held up a hand to stop her.
 
‘Yes, I know you don’t like it and I can sympathise, but the vampires will be looking for you - some of them will have worked out that there is a Fury in their midst -and it’s vital that we stop them before they figure out who and what you are. The best way to do that is to stay in school, gain their confidence and try to get to them from the inside. Your friend Caro’s theory is a good one. Only this time, we will be doing it together.’
 
April nodded. She wasn’t sure she had grasped everything Miss Holden had told her, but she believed her when she said she was in danger.
 
‘So does this mean I’ll get an A in History?’ she asked.
 
‘No, April. It doesn’t,’ said the teacher as she turned away. But April could see that she was smiling.
 
April got back in the lift and returned to her room. Carefully laying Gabriel’s coat on the chair, she clambered into bed with difficulty and opened the book. The chapter was headed Mesapotamic Alchemy: Solve et Coagula.
 
What is that? French? Latin? she wondered. She read on:
The great Persian alchemists were men of infinite wisdom and vast ambition, and among their myriad lusts were three primary aspirations, to whit: the transmutation of base metal into gold, the creation of a panacea - a universal remedy that held the power to cure all known contagions - and the discovery of alcahest, a universal solvent which could dissolve any material, even the hardest stones. The most ancient and secretive of all the alchemists were the Hermetic scholars whose dread experiments combined all of the magick and heretical knowledge to one end: the search for immortality. Many believe that the Muslim physician Muhammad ibn Zakariya al-Razi, or Rhazes, actually succeeded in his quest in the ninth century, inadvertently creating the vampire race, although another, equally lucid school believes the alchemists were searching for a cure to the vampire disease: a chicken and egg argument. What is indisputable is that by the early sixteenth century, with the rise of chemistry and biology as mainstream philosophical approaches, many branches of alchemy were forced to choose a side, go underground, or both -for example, the Guardian sect, direct descendants of the alchemist Rhazes, who had sworn to use their substantial knowledge to fight vampires and lycanthropes. The Guardians also swore to protect the Furies, a group of humans with the biological ability to destroy vampires. Guardian lore also contends that they held the antidote to the Fury virus, known as ‘Dragon’s Breath’, suggesting that the sect had great magickal learning. Little is known ofthis elixir, except that it involved distilling the root of the Hawmarsh tree and the leaves of the Spirula plant, only found in a very few ancient English woods. The recipe is supposedly hidden in the Latin tract Liber Albus, one of the many spellbooks lost with the rise of materialism.
 
 
 
‘What are you reading?’
 
April looked up to see Gabriel standing at the foot of her bed.
 
‘Gabriel!’ she cried and jumped up, throwing her one good arm around him awkwardly.
 
‘Hey, steady!’ He laughed, hugging her back, then helped her into bed.
 
‘You came back.’
 
He shrugged sheepishly. ‘For my coat. I’m feeling the cold all of a sudden.’
 
April threw a pillow at him. ‘And there I was thinking you couldn’t stay away from me.’
 
‘That too.’ He smiled.
 
‘Listen, I’ve got some amazing news,’ said April eagerly, quickly explaining what Miss Holden had told her, then showing him the book. When she had finished, Gabriel just nodded and looked thoughtful.
 
‘What’s the matter?’ asked April. ‘Aren’t you pleased?’
 
‘Of course. I want to stick around as long as possible now I’ve found you.’ He smiled at her. ‘But there’s a catch.’
 
‘What catch?’
 
‘This potion - assuming we can find all the ingredients - may well counteract the Fury virus, but it won’t cure me. I’ll still be a vampire, April.’
 
‘But you’ll be alive!’ said April with excitement. ‘And where there’s life there’s hope, Gabriel. Once you’re back to strength we can start looking for the Vampire Regent, but first we have to get you well. Please, Gabriel,’ she said, the tears beginning to run down her face. ‘Don’t go away just when I’ve found you.’
 
Gabriel pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. ‘I don’t want to leave you. It’s just that this past week, I’ve felt so alive, so connected with the world, with you, and I don’t want to lose that either. But of course you’re right. Let’s find the book, wherever and whatever it might be. Let’s find the Regent. Let’s find the man who had your father killed. Okay?’
 
She looked up at him with shining eyes. ‘Okay,’ she said.
 
He pushed her back onto the bed and began kissing away her tears. ‘Besides which, I’ve got some ideas of my own.’
 
April giggled and reached out for him, but instead he turned away.
 
‘Hey!’ she protested. ‘Where are you going?’
 
He went over to the windows and flipped the blinds down, then locked the door.
 
‘Well, if you’re determined to find me a cure,’ he said, grinning as he walked back to the bed, ‘then we’d better make the most of it, hadn’t we?’