Chapter 11She woke on a doorstep, backpack at her feet, and caught the Beast backing away from the light cast by a streetlamp. He shrank into the shadows as she sat up but swung his head round once before he disappeared. She followed his line of sight and saw a sign above her head for the Ferryview Bed and Breakfast. Hoisting herself up along the railing, hand over hand, she leaned her palm on the doorbell.
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Sunday dawned bright and cloudless. Lyne woke at first light and took another long shower. The one she’d taken last night hadn’t been enough to slough off the grime and the fear. Her bruises didn’t seem as bad in daylight as they had the night before by the single lamp in her room.
Fortified by a full English breakfast in the sunny dining room, she set off under the pale blue s
