While Daisy tried to find information on the net about the myth of the great witch Anka, Torija went downstairs to find a drink. There was only a bottle of vodka in the cupboard, so she poured out a generous glass and sat down at the kitchen table.

Not long later, Daisy’s granny came into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I just came for a drink.” Torija held up her glass. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t care about the drink. I want to know what you are up to and what you’re going to do next.”

“I’m not up to anything. I’m simply bringing Daisy back to safety,” Torija said.

Margaret Brassard got a glass and poured out a drink for herself. “We both know Victorija Dred will eventually be pulled towards the darkness.”

“I suppose so.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Torija emptied her glass and stood. “I’ll leave her here for safety, and then I will deal with it.”

“There’s only one way, you know.”

“I do,” Torija said solemnly, “I’ll take care of it.”

Torija left the room and walked upstairs. She walked into Daisy’s bedroom and found her tapping away on her iPad. Her brown hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. She was beautiful.

Torija hadn’t seen the beauty in things or people in a long time, but she was now, as Daisy had awakened her from her darkness.

Daisy looked up from her screen. “Where did you get to?”

“I just wanted a drink.”

“Well, come here, I’ve got lots to show you. I found some information on the myth of the witch Anka.”

Torija felt claustrophobic. The room’s walls were closing in on her just as Daisy’s expectations were. She walked over to the window and opened it, hoping the fresh, cold Scottish air would help.

Daisy carried on, regardless. “If I’m one of these descendant people with Amelia, I’m to help bring together the paranormals who are on the edge, so they choose the path of light, like you.”

The pressure in Torija’s head was increasing by the second, aided and abetted by the stinging pain travelling around her veins, and heading for her heart.

“Tor? Come to bed. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Torija shook her head and muttered, “It’s all so easy, isn’t it?”

“What? What’s wrong, Tor?” She didn’t answer, but she heard Daisy get out of bed and walk up behind her. “Torija? What’s wrong? Tell me.”

Torija didn’t turn around but kept staring out of the window. “You think it’s easy.”

“What’s so easy?” Daisy asked.

“Attracting people like me to the cause of good, reaching out to them.” Torija felt like she had a tight band around her head and chest, squeezing the breath out of her.