When addressed, Sadie would groan from the back of the car, and Ches would whine as if in sympathy, his head resting on the back of the passenger seat. When Jack stopped at traffic lights, he squeezed his body through to the girl, and settled down with Sadie’s arms around him. After half an hour, she drew into the tree-lined street of Victorian three-storey semis. She read the numbers as she crawled along until she recognised Felix’s. She saw his car parked in the street, leaving the drive free for her to manoeuvre right up to the porch. He met the car. Jack opened the back door, grabbed the dog by his collar and led him out first. Felix bent to speak to her. ‘I drew the sigils in my study – it’s closest to the front of the house.’ ‘Otherwise I’ll just have to stay in the car.’ Sadie’s sleepy voice was at odds with the fear tightening her face, her eyes wide. ‘Will I faint again, when I get out?’ ‘I hope not.’ Jack exchanged concerned glances with Felix. ‘She … how’s your first aid?’ She dropped her voice.
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