It was a warm summery morning on the Gold Coast. The seagulls were squawking, a light offshore breeze blew and a building swell promised epic tubes in the afternoon. In the penthouse apartment she shared with her two elder sisters, Samaya and Nikita, Nik’s baby Elody and Nik’s handsome boyfriend, Marcus (they called him Marcus Aurelius because he was like a Roman general guarding them from the outside world), little Jane found herself alone. Samaya - they liked to call her Princess Samaya because she was so drop-dead gorgeous - was already out on the waves.