CHAPTER 42
Rory felt Roaming’s fingers brush her shoulder just as she reached the door from which she’d heard the Old Girl’s voice. She feinted to the right, opening a different door.
At the last second she bolted back, ducking under Roaming’s arms and throwing herself forward.
She rolled into the room and slammed the door behind her. Her fingers found a dead bolt, and she slid it shut.
The door shook as Roaming pounded on it. The door handle rattled madly enough to match the rhythm of Rory’s heart. Her legs trembled from her flight down the corridor.
The room she was in was much the same as the one Roaming had tried to lock her in, although the tubing and alchemical system set up in this one seemed more complicated. In a corner was a small table with empty glass beakers and a row of
