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the connection stopped me in my tracks. But not in the same way that Caicus’s stare had unsettled me. Quite the opposite. Where Caicus’s eyes had felt intrusive, Oscar’s gave me a sense of recognition—almost to the point where I would have staked my life that I knew him, or knew those eyes at least. And, judging by his agitated expression, it was as though he recognised me, too.
    But I didn’t know him. How could I?
    His lips parted as though he were short of breath.
    I did know him.
    “I know you,” I murmured.
    Oscar pressed his lips together and swiftly tore his gaze from me. Without a word, he stalked out of the dining room. No one else seemed to notice the unusual reaction, because Mary and Roger continued to chat casually with Caicus as they escorted him into the hallway.
    I found myself frozen to the spot, staring after them, numb.
    An eerie chill ran down my spine.
    Whoever the Valero brothers were, it became apparent to me at that moment that they were here to stay.

 
     
     
    Intuition
     
     
     
    THE NEXT MORNING I AWOKE before sunrise. I squeezed my eyes shut in the hope of drifting back to sleep. But my attempts were in vain and I soon abandoned that wishful thinking.
    Kicking off my quilt, I rolled out of bed. I went through the motions of rummaging around for my wash bag and plodding down the attic steps. All of these things I did with my eyes closed. It was far too early to use my eyes.
    Unsurprisingly, the rest of the house was still asleep – it was Saturday, after all. I borrowed a clean towel from the airing cupboard and crept into the family bathroom.
    Okay. Time to turn on a light. 
    I tugged the cord.
    Tentatively, I opened one eye. And then the other. All around me, the sparkling ivory floor tiles glistened. In the centre of the room stood a grand, mother-of-pearl bathtub with gold taps and four gold clawed feet. A shower cubicle stood separately, matching the bath in its impressive elegance.
    I draped my peach bath towel over the radiator and brushed my teeth at the corner sink. Once that was out of the way, I moved on to the shower, twisting the gold taps until a light stream poured from above. I hovered around while the water built up a gentle steam and then stepped under the flow.
    It only took a few minutes before I started to unwind. The warm water from the shower poured over me, and if I hadn’t been so fond of dry land, I probably would have been tempted to stay under there forever.
    But my respite was short lived.
    There was a bash against the bathroom door. It was as though something, or some one , had fallen against it.
    I held my breath, listening carefully for any noise. But all I could hear was the patter of water as it splashed against the base of the cubicle.
    “Hello?” I called.
    There was no response.
    I fumbled to turn off the taps. The final drips fell from above as I hopped out onto the cold floor tiles.
    Wrapping my towel securely around myself, I edged across the bathroom and pressed my ear to the door.
    I quickly pulled the bolt across and flung the door open.
    Nobody there.
    The hallway was deserted, just as I had left it. Not that I was unfairly accusing anyone, but I glanced over to the guest bedroom at end of the corridor.
    Caicus and Oscar’s room.
    Their door was closed.
    It was feasible that I’d imagined the whole thing. Old houses like this one were full of creaks and groans. Or maybe it was a mouse. A giant mouse. 
    Alone in a dim, empty corridor, I wasn’t particularly keen to dwell on the incident, so I bundled my clothes together and made for my bedroom.
    Given that I hadn’t finished unpacking, I was able to occupy myself with that for a while. Finding space for my clothes proved to be the most challenging task. I hadn’t brought much with me, but the only storage space was the small pine chest of drawers and the narrow wardrobe. I did my best to cram my clothes into the three shallow drawers, keeping aside a pair of jeans and a beige top