Chapter ElevenHeading the long way back to the house, I dodged the yelling men and the policemen blowing their whistles and snuck through the house’s rear door. I then made my way up to my room, with the throbbing in my head having grown to unbearable proportions. From the sideboard next to the bed I fixed a concoction the staff had left there for the pain and drank it. Almost instantly the pain, not only in my head, but also in my neck where the second attacker had grabbed me, began to dissipate.
Having put my weapons away, and toeing my shoes off without undoing the laces—as the act of leaning down would have encouraged the pain in my head to return—I dropped onto my bed and within minutes was asleep …
… and almost immediately was wakened by someone pounding on my door. It seemed the d
