The rain had started to fall heavily again and now pounded with deafening noise against the cobbles of Chillon’s courtyards. All the guests had made it up the steps and into the opulent shelter of the fortress, but Rachel pressed into the doorway on the far side of the yard, completely drenched. He stood over her in attempt to cover but without any success. Their jeans squelched, their T-shirts clung. Except for them, the yard was deserted.
Rachel hesitated as she noticed a shadow pass across the roof of the tunnel they’d come through, but when no one appeared, she ran across the yard and up the stairs. He followed close behind, assisting when she almost lost her footing, his bare feet padding against the rain-soaked cobbles and steps up into the foyer. They turned from the grand hall, no
