CHAPTER TWENTY
She grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the house. Her grip was as strong as iron. I twisted around and gave Tegan a desperate look. He grasped the bars and glared at Bessy as I was dragged inside.
The interior of the house was a museum of antiques. The place was covered with vases, paintings, rugs, tapestries, and everything else I could think of. There was even a huge traveling chest in the front hall which we passed in a whirlwind of fury.
Bessy pulled me into the front drawing room where she practically tossed me onto the couch. I bounced atop the extra-stuffed cushion and was nearly trampolined into the large hearth where a roaring fire blazed. My hostess set the candle down and grabbed hold of either of the sliding doors and slammed them shut.
Bessy spun ar
