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dinosaur in the eye, or hiding with a bunch of desperate Jacobites. So be careful where you walk.
    Two: there are… things all over Scotland that nobody knows about. At the bottom of the lochs, on the moors, in the sea waters, there’s more thananybody could ever imagine. Keep your eyes open and I promise you, you’ll See .
    Three: only a few chosen people can See all this, and they come from all over the world. But only if you belong here, only if you are really and truly part of Scotland, only if this is truly your home, will you be able to See what hides beneath Artan Mor.”
    As we drive across the moors I mull over his words and wonder what he meant. I could ask Alistair, but I won’t. For now, what he said is just for Valentina and me to know.
    We stop for petrol at the outskirts of Eilean, and I smile as I notice a little girl standing in front of the wee shop, a packet of crisps in her hands and a pair of translucent green wings on her back, moving gently in the breeze. 

9. WHERE A BULLY GETS WHAT HE DESERVES
    Alistair Grant’s Scottish Paranormal Database
Entry number 616: The white lady of Glen Avich
Type: Ghostly apparition
Location: Glen Avich
Date: August 1781
Details: In August 1781, the manifestation of a white lady in her bedroom caused Lady Ramsay of Glen Avich to die of fright. Similar sightings of a lady in a white dress have been recorded at different places across western and central Scotland; sometimes the lady is threatening, sometimes silent and forlorn. It is the author’s opinion that there’s more than one white lady, as such apparitions have also been recorded elsewhere in the world.
    “It looks dreadful, Luca. That… that… rotter.” Adil stares at the caman-shaped bruise on my right cheek.
    “It feels dreadful, I can tell you.” Guess who did it.
    “It’ll look even worse tomorrow.”
    “Thanks Adil, that’s just what I needed to hear.”
    “Are you ok, Luca?” asks Mr MacDonald.
    “Yes, I’m ok.” I manage to sound breezy. “Things happen.”
    “Do they? I mean, I didn’t see it, and everybody swears it was an accident, but you seem to be at the end of Gary’s caman a lot. Is anything going on?”
    “He doesn’t like me much,” I admit reluctantly. Mr MacDonald must be aware of the friction between us.
    “I’ll have a word with him. This can’t go on.”
    “No, seriously, don’t. I’ll sort it myself.” I’ve got a plan now, and Mr MacDonald getting involved could just make things worse.
    Mr MacDonald takes a breath. I can see he’s trying to figure out the best thing to do. “Ok. You try. But if it happens again, I’ll have to step in. Deal?”
    “Deal,” I say. It won’t happen again. I’m sure of that. Because Camilla is in the room with us, floating against the ceiling, with a very, very black look in her eyes. I wonder what she has planned.
    “Valentina’s here,” she says, and flies swiftly away. Since we came back from the McMillan’s, Camilla and Valentina have discovered that they can actually speak to each other in their heads . They can send messages to each other, like some sort of telepathic texting.
    Adil and I make our way back to the changing rooms. Gary is lagging behind, to gloat over my purple-and-blue face.
    “Poor Luca… did they give you a lollipop?” he mocks.
    “No, no lollipops. But I nearly got myself a mobile phone.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    I shrug my shoulders. “There was a phone out there, on the grass. It looked fancy. I wanted to pick it up and hand it in, but my head was spinning…”
    “I didn’t see it,” intervenes Adil.
    “Did you not?” I feign surprise.
    “We better go get it, someone might be looking for it.” Adil is honest to a fault.
    “No, it’s ok, you go with Luca, I’ll get it and hand it in.” Gary has a sly look in his eyes.
    “Sure.” Of course. As if Gary would ever return it. He’d just put it in his pocket and not think twice.
    “Adil, you go on home, I won’t