Chapter 8

I could see Kelis getting very, very bored once her energy flagged and she realised just how little there was to do on the island. We hadn’t brought her DS or any of her puzzle books, and we could hardly knock on some islander’s door and ask to watch their telly for a bit.

“Want to come back to the priory?” Ian asked. “You could meet some of the others.”

Kelis shrugged, her Bamburgh Beast t-shirt rising and falling with her bony shoulders. “All right.”