27 July 2011 / 02:15
Dominic started awake and reached for Kate. He ran his hands along her body, felt for her face in the dark.
‘What is it?’ Kate was groggy with sleep.
‘Nothing, Kate. Go back to sleep.’
He lay there, his eyes following the shadows as trees moved in the garden.
A man’s home is his castle, but what happens when the defences are breached, when invaders swim the moat and let down the drawbridge?