Instead he grabbed the teenager by the scruff of the neck and hoisted him onto his own back.
‘The painting!“ Artemis managed to shout, his voice muffled by the bodyguard’s jacket.
Butler grabbed the picture, unceremoniously stuffing the priceless masterpiece into his jacket pocket. If Artemis had been able to see the century-old oil paint crack, he would have sobbed.
But Butler was only paid to protect one thing, and it was not The Fairy Thief.
‘Hang on extremely tightly,“ advised the massive bodyguard, hefting a king-size mattress from the bed.
