CHAPTER 31
WHEN I GOT back to Albany House, I grabbed a couple of hours’ sleep then checked on Tia. Her bedroom was on the floor above mine, and I knocked softly on the door to see if she was awake.
“Come in,” came her groggy reply.
I stepped inside, dropping her bag on the dresser as I went.
The curtains were open, and in daylight, her face looked even worse. Despite the ice we’d put on her eye last night, it had swollen into a puffy mess and she couldn’t open it properly. I felt a small pang of regret that I hadn’t knocked out at least one of Theo’s teeth.
“How are you feeling?”
Tia struggled to sit up, blinking her good eye in the mid-morning sun. “Like I just did ten rounds with a cage fighter.”
“Can you move over by the window? I want to take a closer look.”
She climbed out of
