She glanced at the clock. ‘I have to go.’ If she stayed out all night again Grandad would give her a hard time. She didn’t fancy spending the next week scraping barnacles off the hull of the boat. Grandad always told her it wasn’t a punishment but Megan was yet to be convinced. Sean grabbed her hand. ‘Let me take you home. Please.’ Megan was torn. She welcomed the idea of extending their time together. But she was scared. She was concerned that Ginny Campbell might be lingering. What if she followed them? What if the vampyre discovered where she lived? It was a horrifying prospect. Finally, she decided to go outside and suss it out. ‘I’d better let the cub have a wander in the garden.’ Sean nodded and followed her. Outside, the fox cub was still for a moment, ears pricked and nose twitching. Finally she relaxed and snuffled around in the herbs. Megan took this as a good sign. The fox’s nose was almost as good as her own. But she wandered down to the gate and stared into the dark landscape.