CHAPTER NINEThe next thing Ravina knew was that it seemed as though Charity had forgotten to pull the curtains and someone, somewhere was moaning quietly.
The room was too dark, Ravina’s head ached dreadfully and she did not understand why her normal lace pillow had become rough and scratchy and had a dreadful smell.
She tried to sit up and groaned at the pain that lanced through her skull.
She touched her head just under the hairline and winced as her fingers came away covered in sticky blood.
It was all coming back to her now.
Robert Dunster had kidnapped her! She still could not believe it. What did he intend to do with her?
‘Oh, dear God, help me,’ Ravina prayed. ‘He must have gone mad. This is not the behaviour of a sane person. I must escape from him.’
She swung her legs off t
