A two-car garage sat to the right of the main house. The sliding doors rose to reveal another Land Rover, older than the one in front of the house, and a low, sleek, modern car.‘We’ll take the Jag,’ said Ember. ‘Celeste says the Jag shouldn’t be used unless it’s a special occasion. What’s more special than taking our very own Ring for a drive huh?’‘Wow. This is a Jag? It’s very James Bond.’ The car was a sleek, silver four door.‘A Jaguar XF to be exact. Aunt Lani bought it for us when we became the Wickerwell Vordene. See the emblem?’ A growling large cat’s head adorned a circular silver badge. Ember’s smile was lopsided. ‘I always hoped our Ring would look like that. I was hoping for a spirit Jaguar. How cool would that be?’‘Very.’ Turner tapped a front tyre of the car with his foot. ‘Sorry to let you down.’Ember’s eyes searched Turner’s face. ‘You haven’t. I don’t feel let down at all.’ She looked as if she was about to say something else, but changed her mind.
