Chapter Thirteen
RedwoodWhen Katkin regained consciousness, she lay still and listened. No one was doing anything unpleasant to her, as far as she could tell, and that seemed a good sign. Nor had they tied her hands or feet. Her surroundings were quiet, except for the persistent drip of water somewhere close by, and she risked opening an eye. She saw mostly darkness. Turning her head slightly, and wincing from the pain, she opened her other eye.
A lantern hung from a ceiling hook, illuminating a table and two chairs. A man sat with his back to her. Katkin inhaled sharply with fear. Davy and the others must have decided to take her back to their lair. But why had they not cut her throat as they had threatened to? And why had they placed her on this comfortable pallet, and covered her with
