I took a bottle of rose wine with me, it was opened in the cab and half-drunk by the time I arrived. I knocked on the door and Nathan opened the door,...but I couldn’t see all of him. He ushered me in and I walked through to the lounge. There was a table with drinks on there. I put my bag by the door, and sat next to Nathan on the sofa. I looked him; fine toned fit body, tanned. He had strong arms and tattoos covered his arms, they suited him. I took the drink from him and we chatted about the. I’d not give them the chance for a fair fight, but bar their doors and windows up tight with stout iron, boards and nails and then burn the inn down fast upon their evil heads! The old mother might or might not be a witch, but their souls are all black enough that perhaps naught but clean fire could ever rid us of them!’ I didn’t entirely disagree. I’m opposed by nature to giving my opponents anything resembling a fair fight and if the family indeed did have plenty of old friends up at the. "Damn that Raoul! If he chips the paint on the door again, I am going to paint it using that fop's hair!" Elaine!" He called aloud. "Please answer the door and tell the brothers I will be right down, please?"As always, his housekeeper appeared as if from out of nowhere and made her way to the door.He quickly grabbed the emerald cufflinks from his bureau top then slipped them into the pocket of his waistcoat and hastily, returned to the entry of his home. The sight that greeted him from the top. This, of course, had meant that the cottage they had booked in the Lake District, for a quiet ‘get away from it all’ fortnight had been cancelled, and she had been at a loose end for her annual holiday until Kate had invited her to Italy for ten days in a rented chalet in the small fishing town of Colebria. Kate was really a friend of Anne’s parents – her husband, Philip, and Anne’s father had studied together at university, and had kept up the friendship when college days were over. Kate was.