It had been four hours, four long hours since Nikola had returned Helen's laptop, leaving it exactly the way he had found it. Well almost exactly the way he had found it. Nikola had sabotaged her computer locking her out of Bejewelled with a password and recording his voice so that every single time she opened the laptop or opened a program his ( Read more... )

Nikola did not have to be a genius to realise that something had occured in the middle of the night to him. For one, his feet could no longer touch the floor when he swung his legs over the bed. Secondly, William's stolen clothes were like giants on him. And thirdly, well his voice sounded like he'd backtracked several decades or so and was a child ( Read more... )