t a shockwave thro
canvas bag smelled of dust and industrial fabric. She was. The drug still coated
the metal floor, her head cracking hard against
pen. The aggressive barking of guar
an were ripped open. Co
s bag and unzipped it. Two me
her vision blurry. Looming ahead was a massive, terrifyi
all and gaunt, with a hard, angular face and eyes that held no warmt
ked his
d. They grabbed Alyssa under her arm
ed her down a long, freezing corridor. The antique wall sconces flickered wit
a heavy oak door wrappe
is pocket. The sound of the key turning in
. A blast of freezing
tripped over her heavy skirt and
behind her. The heavy
g. Pale moonlight bled through the windows. The windows we
decaying. The furniture w
own the freezing corridor, her head lolling against her chest, she had faint
t Wing," one maid had muttered. "Mast
replied, her voice trembling. "They carried her out covered in blood.
ibs as the memory echoed in her mind
She rushed to the window and grabbed the iron bars, pul
ded her fists against the th
le
the darkest corner of the room next to a massive wardrobe. She grabbed a h
came from the
tching. Like nails dra
ing. She pressed her
neling slowly pushed op
e room. Cuban cigars mixed with the s
or. The man was huge, his shoulders blocking o
breath. It sounded like a
hard the candlestick rat
Even in the darkness, she could f
found h
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