Chapter Eighteen'Lord Findhorn!' Doctor Hetherington sounded as shocked as I felt when I told him the news. 'What the devil is he doing here?'
We remained in the attic with the dark now a comforting blanket and the knowledge of Findhorn's presence a sick weight in my stomach. 'I don't know.' I said. 'I don't know.' I wished I was anywhere but Tynebridge Hall. I wished Lord Findhorn was dead and buried and I could finally relinquish my dread.
'Do you wish to leave now?' Mungo could have read my mind.
I fought the desire to run. I had spent ten years running and hiding. 'I won't leave Marie alone here with Findhorn and McAra,' I controlled my panic and tried to reason. 'These men said women, plural, so that young girl we rescued was not the only one.'
'The girl did say there were others,
