Panic stormed through me. A deep tremble shook through my body and rattled out from between my teeth with a moan. Was the iron not working anymore?
I smashed my elbow into the wall to focus on the pain instead of the bone-chilling fright. It worked enough to get another screw into my mouth.
Thud. Thud. Silence.
My muscles had gone rigid, but I had to move. I slinked along the opposite wall, my gaze pinned to Randolph's door, then leaped into the dining room and slammed the door behind me.
"Randolph!" I shouted.
He should've answered me. He should've poked his red face out of the kitchen from the double doors with the spatula and some irritated comment.
I tried to tell myself I didn't care about him, that I would soon be kicked off this ship anyway, so what did it matter? But of
