Holding hands, we approach the private lounge, when, in the door of the spacious, elegantly furnished hall, I spot Chris and Sandro. I can’t help myself any longer. I let go of Rafe’s hand, and start running towards them. They spread their arms at the same time, and I squeeze myself between them, like in a sandwich, but I don’t mind it one bit this time. It’s lovely to see them again after what I’ve been through. Sandro kisses my forehead, Chris lifts me and spins me around him, playfully.
“You look like crap, sis,” he says after putting me down and giving me a thorough look. “You are worn, and your eyes have circles under them.”
I know he’s purposely winding me up, trying to make me laugh.
“Daft,” I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t know how you would look if you had been a murder target t
