Chapter Two
Like a dispirited prisoner, Anna followed the tall, quiet servant into the hallway and then to the broad, curving stairs that led to the upper floors of the mansion. The tippy tap of her bright red high heels as she crossed the stone floor of the entrance hall were silenced as she began to ascend the carpet covered steps. She was ashamed at how docilely she was following Devlin’s callous commands. She thought of running back down and fleeing out the front door to her car, but suppressed the impulse. Would they stop her, or let her escape? Her coat was in the closet, so she didn’t need her blouse. Then she remembered that her keys were in her pocketbook in Devlin’s office. God knows what he did with it. No, she wouldn’t run. In for a penny, in for a pound. She had already demea
