"He's creepy," Lydia says flatly. Brother or not, Nancy needs to know what the little creep is up to.

"Thing is, I might not have known that, but if he is your brother, I'm guessing he did. He was totally setting me up to get killed or... or - well, you know?" She can't bring herself to even think the words.
"Nancy, he's a proper weirdo."

She takes another drink. "I let Ces do it," she admits. "We rowed - remember after you saw me in Starbucks? God, I am such an idiot. I come here to yell at him for sleeping with everyone else, and I end up letting him drink from me." She smiles sheepishly. "It feels god though, doesn't it?"