Sandy grunted happily. Mary’s most precious secret lasted a week. Sarah had phoned her Sunday night as she did every week, and Mary immediately kne... she had to keep her out of this. She told her she was busy and put the phone down fast. Sandy was on her PS4, shouting at the massacre on screen. She couldn’t have noticed. When Mary didn’t get round to answering her emails on Monday, Sarah started sending text messages. The first one arrived that evening, as Mary was picking up shards of glass. Evelyn had been happy with Sven and they had been able to keep their relationship secret even from most members in the theater gang, even during the infamous coach tour when Lena and Rick's marriage had crashed and Ronny turned crazy about a non-existing web camera. Nobody cared that she had spent the night in Sven's single room.After the third play in August, she and Sven had gotten an offer from Rolf to join a secret 1648 club at the mansion. Sven got his membership a week before her in some. "And I do want to welcome everyone if I haven't already. However I want to make one thing perfectly, one hundred percent, crystal clear." He scanned the room looking for any kind of negative expressions. "This is not a vacation." Everyone nodded except the younger ones, who hadn't really gotten the best idea of what was going on anyway. "Nothing is free. Not to You. Not to Silver here. Not to the kids. Not even to me. Nothing." He looked around again, looking for some hint of doubt. Seeing none. Helpless to do anything, he watched as the last yards were covered and knew his son’s birlinn was going to be rammed, leaving them too far out to assist. ‘Steer for the men and crush them, Iain.’ Grayson yelled back to him and Iain set his course for them. Blair heard Grayson call out his name and knew his suspicions were correct, MacLean had turned on them. With nothing else they could do, the men bailed overboard and tried to swim for shore, as the bow of Grayson’s birlinn rode over the side.