O’Grady was pacing up and down, shirtless. His muscular physique with the wiry dark chest hairs, made him look like a superb specimen of a male animal, thought St Just who was watching him. The blonde sibling was lounging on the bed, also shirtless, but he appeared to be cool as always.

They were waiting for their Pet, hoping against hope that she would be able to sneak out from next door while her sister slumbered on.

Unlike his Irish half-brother who looked like he was about to explode.

“Do you think she’ll come?” asked O’Grady, looking towards his brother like a hopeful puppy and St Just grinned.

He wasn’t...