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	Amber was too late. She had barely run two steps before Jack had straightened, turning to her, jewel held up between his finger and thumb, a mischievous smile on his face. 

‘Look,’ he said to her, as he glanced around at the otherwise quiet catacomb, ‘it’s fine. Nothing happen. Nobody woke from the dead. We’re safe.’ 

Nip sunk low on Jack’s shoulder, hanging her head as if embarrassed and let out a long, deep moan.