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Deep in the Siberian permafrost, 2,546 miles away, east by northeast, Kaparis watched the scene via his agent’s spectacles.

Everything was going according to plan. They were falling into his trap.

1  The beast was at large.

2  The ‘pheromone hypothesis’ had been successfully introduced by his agent at the meeting.

3  Boldklub had been established as the only viable response.

Kaparis was where he liked to be: in control. And yet… he was overwhelmed.

The boy.

Kaparis stared.

“My goodness, he looks like his father.”

The lung breathed in. The lung breathed out. And for a moment his heart swelled with nostalgia as he was transported back nearly twenty years to a Cambridge University of scarves and bicycles, lectures and tutorials, girls to fall in love with and limitless early promise… before, inevitably, his mind went to his moment of glory.