THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Lylah groaned, slamming the chair against the door handle for the umpteenth time, sweat glistening on her skin, her breath ragged.
She had tried several ways—hitting it with the chair, kicking, and slamming her fists against it—but the door, crafted from solid wood, wouldn’t budge, leaving only scratches that did nothing to help her situation.
Each second that passed frustrated her more.
She didn't stop. She wouldn’t. Not until she got out of here. Even if it took all night, she was ready to keep at it until someone opened the fûcking door.
Finally, a creak sounded. Lylah’s eyes snapped wide as the door slowly swung open.
Her gaze met Brigid’s.
“You?” Brigid raised a brow.
“Hi again…” Lylah panted. Drawing in several breaths she spoke again. “You're the girl who
