Eleanor nodded and grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair just as Lana and Emma appeared at her door.
'We're coming too,' they said in unison.
'No, that's not the best idea, girls.'
'We'd really like to come along, Eleanor. Please,' Lana said, fluttering her eyelashes.
Eleanor looked across at Declan, who shrugged his shoulders, 'It can't do any harm,' he said.
'Okay then, come on. We're leaving now.'
Outside the main house, Declan pulled the door shut and the four of them headed towards the British Museum, Declan having agreed to meet in a small green area a few doors down from the popular spot.
As they approached, Declan saw them first. Eight burly men surrounded the rather tall leader who stood in the centre with his head held high. Their fists were scrunched up and their
