There was a single, merry yellow light burning in a bracket on the brick wall, and the spacious room was bathed in the scent of jasmine - courtesy, it might be mentioned, a glass bowl that lay, containing specimens of said flower, on a bedside table.

When she closed the door of Sion’s bedroom behind her, a good ten minutes later, Jenna felt both peaceful and anxious. Peaceful because Sion was safe, and anxious whether Sion would stay that way.