it shut a few nights before. And now, suddenly, my stomach was turning over and over in a way that made me feel very, very sick.
Turning, I ran out of the room and down the stairs, ignoring Rhiannon’s sleepy “What the fuck?” as I slammed the door behind me. Downstairs, my heart hammering in my chest, I opened Petra’s bedroom door, the wood shushing on the thick carpet, and waited for my eyes to get adjusted to the dim light.
She was there, quite asleep, her arms and legs flung out, and I felt my pulse rate calm, just a little, but I had to check on the others before I could relax.
Down the corridor then, to the door marked Princess Ellie and Queen Maddie.
It was shut, and I turned the handle very softly, pushing gently. It was pitch-black inside without the night-light, the blackout curtains shutting out even the moonlight, and I cursed myself for forgetting to switch it on, but when my eyes got used to the darkness, I could hear the faint sound of snores, and I felt my breath coming a little more easily. Thank God. Thank God they were okay.
I tiptoed across the thick carpet and felt along the wall for the lead to the night-light, followed it back to the switch, and then I switched it on. And there they were, Ellie scrunched into a tight little ball as though trying to hide from something, Maddie scooched down under the duvet so that I could see nothing except her shape beneath the covers.
My panic calmed as I turned back to the door, laughing at myself for my paranoia.
And then . . . I stopped.
It was ridiculous, I knew that, but I just had to check, I had to see . . .
I tiptoed across the carpet and drew back the cover. To find . . .
. . . a pillow, pushed into the curved shape of a sleeping child.
My heart began to race sickeningly hard.
* * *
The first thing I did was check under the bed. Then all the cupboards in the room.
“Maddie,” I whispered, as loud as I dared, not wanting to wake Ellie but hearing the panicked urgency in my own voice. “Maddie?”
But there was no answering sound, not even a stifled giggle. Just nothing. Nothing.
I ran out of the room.
“Maddie?” I called louder this time. I rattled the handle of the bathroom, but it was unlocked, and when the door swung open I saw its emptiness, the moonlight streaming across the bare tiles.
“Maddie?”
Nothing in Sandra and Bill’s bedroom either, just the unruffled smoothness of the bed, the moonlit expanse of carpet, the white columns of the open curtains standing sentinel either side of the tall windows. I flung open the closets, but the faint illumination of the automatic lights showed nothing but neat rows of suits and racks of high heels.
“What is it?” Rhiannon’s sleepy voice came from upstairs. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“It’s Maddie,” I called up, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “She’s not in bed. Can you look upstairs? Maddie!”
Petra was stirring now, woken by my increasingly loud calls, and I heard her crotchety grumble, preparatory to a full-on wail, but I didn’t stop to comfort her. I had to find Maddie. Had she come downstairs to find me when I was with Jack? The thought gave me an unpleasant lurch, followed by another, even more unpleasant.
Had she— Oh God. Had she possibly followed me? I had left the back door unlocked. Could she have gone looking for me in the grounds?
Horrible visions ran through my mind. The pond. The stream. Even the road.
Ignoring Petra, I ran down the stairs, shoved my feet into the first pair of Wellingtons I found at the back door, and ran out into the moonlight.
The cobbled yard was empty.
“Maddie!” I called, full-throated, desperate now, hearing my voice echo from the stone walls of the stables and back to the house. “Maaaddie? Where are you?”
There was no answer, and I had a sudden, even more horrible thought, worse than the forest clearing, with the treacherously muddy pond.
The poison garden.
The poison garden left unlocked and unguarded by Jack Grant.
It had already killed one little girl.
Dear God, I prayed, as I began to sprint towards the back of the house, towards the path down through the shrubbery, my feet slipping in the too-big Wellingtons. Please let it not claim another.
But as I rounded the corner of the house, I found her.