"Well, well, well." A snarling voice came from her left. She knew the voice without needing to turn - Marcus Flint, a man who didn’t deserve any of the good looks he had been granted. He was typically handsome, in a boring and predictable way. He didn’t have any of the kinder features that Theo possessed - not the warm eyes or heart-wrenching smile. No, he was a lifeless kind of beauty. 