Chapter 11
Philip shot upright in bed, the sudden noise rousing him from a pleasant dream and sending him straight back to the reality of impending doom. The banging on the door continued, and this time the w***e next to him sat up, placing her hand on his arm,
“What’s going on?” Rose asked groggily.
Pushing her hand off with a huff, Philip stood and pulled on his robe. “Just a bleeding minute!” he yelled at the door as he crossed the large room. Tying his belt, he pulled open the solid oak door, not caring that Rose lay n***d on the bed behind him, barely covered with a tangled sheet. “What is it?” he spat at the pair of guards standing in the hall.
The one in front, a muscular, bald man whom had been doing the pounding, glanced at his companion before he replied, “We’ve got a visitor
