Hunter parked up. Clara and Chartreuse got out. “See you in an hour, girls. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Chartreuse was momentarily disoriented, back in the real world, with a borrowed personality. She watched shoppers on their way home and students on their way to the pub or their dormitories. All those precious lives, about to be lost. She shuddered into her summer dress. She’d always thought she’d be more comfortable in body-hugging black, perhaps with graphene body armor under her shirt, but she did feel a thrill, diverting everyone’s attention with her fine clothes and a fixed smile. Clara looked equally striking. For a second, Oxford, city of eternal youth and romantic spires seemed to revolve around them. They’d have no problem charming their way into the college with the pres
