The familiar and unwelcome sound of footsteps came from the hall and I braced myself, unable to quell the frightened moan that escaped my lips. Not already, he couldn"t expect me to go through that again already. I hadn"t been back down here for long, it seemed only minutes had passed – I couldn"t survive a second attempt so soon.
To my utter confusion, when the door opened Conal Tremaine was shoved into the room and fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. He"d been beaten, blood still pouring from a deep gash on his forehead.
The door slammed and I heard the key turn in the lock. I remained motionless for a minute, and then began to crawl towards the prostrate man on the floor. He remained utterly still, to all intents and purposes, he seemed unconscious, but I was wary. Having him impris
