“Escaping from the party too, are you?” came a voice from behind me as I shut the library door as quietly as possible. I stiffened instantly at the sound of that quiet, feminine, almost silky voice. It was one I didn’t recognise, and — more than anything else — I didn’t want to be sent back into that bloody party.

“As if I give a damn what you think,” I said coldly, and I turned around. I met clear blue and very large eyes. There was something in her face that looked familiar, but I figured it had to be a family resemblance.