The moon was almost hidden, and the stars were beginning to hide, and Emm had taken all of her things inside. She was, she told me, going to have to talk with Ekaterina. She had, she confessed, fallen for Aly. I had never seen her like this. ‘Emm,’ I said, ‘if this AUNTIE thing is going to work, then you need to concentrate. Ekaterina is a key contact, and we can’t have you up and

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