Chapter 3

“Now, you tell me all about them posh lot what adopted you.”

Giles sighed, and started to tell her about Mummy and Daddy.

This was going to be a long visit.

* * * *

Much, much later, having only escaped by promising to come back soon, Giles sat on the steps of his parents’—his adoptiveparents’—conservatory. He had a large glass of single malt whisky in his hand and was staring into the pitch dark garden beyond.

Oz sat next to him, chugging down his third bottle of Insanely Bad Elf. He’d been a bit quiet since Giles had got back.