CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
He led me out of the room and down the hall, and we soon found ourselves on the third floor of the keep. Four guards stood watch at a door near the head of the stairs. Tegan and I hesitated at the closed entrance and he released his hold on my hand.
“Well, here goes,” he mused before he took a step into the door.
And went right through it.
He stuck his head out a moment later and held out his hand. “It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt.”
I swallowed my hesitation and accepted his hand. He drew me through the door and into a small but comfortable bedroom. Boyle stood in the middle of the room with his arms at his sides and his face staring straight at the door. There was a vacant expression in his eyes but he c****d his head to one side as we entered. I noticed the
