Our destination was one I had been to so many times since we had moved to The Beeches. I spent more hours there than I did in the house. I had fallen in love, fallen for its magic, from the very first moment I stepped into it. I knew she would as well. I knew it was exactly what she needed at this minute. As if I could know what resided in another's mind. The arrogance of my world was contagious.
I pulled her to me at the back corner of the house, flattened us against the wall as I looked over the two terraces running the entire width of the building, across the vast lawn stretching from the terraces to our destination, falling further into the delusion of espionage I played at. I would have laughed with the joy of it would it not confuse Ginevra more. It was a huge open space, grass-like
