When the car drew up outside the theatre, Liam O’Grady was feeling no better. The Irishman had a massive hangover from having been drinking continuously.

But he wanted to see his Pet, wanted to go down on his knee to apologise.

He had done something despicable, he knew that, but he was weak, not like Saint.

Finn St Just was cut from a different cloth, he mulled; once he had become emotionally entangled with the Pet, he had simply walked away from all his previous kinky stuff. Just like that, mused the Irishman in awe, like shutting a door and throwing away the key forever. And he had never once...