This Rose was bothering me. Raven had made me feel he'd come to help us, as a family, because we'd been attacked. I didn't get the same sense from Rose. She certainly lacked his charm.
“Where's Fiona,” I asked, when I realised she'd left the room.
“Bathroom,” my son replied.
“I think I might have a little word. Stay here,” I said, “And try and keep Rose distracted.”
“But...” he began to reply before I touched his arm and met his eye.
“Please, for me. Just for a minute or two.”
I headed upstairs.
