This had been the clearest vision yet. I shivered again, running my hands over my bare arms, wishing I hadn't given up the cape I'd been wearing when I'd arrived, or that Asshole hadn't torn my dress in two. It at least had sleeves.
I came across a deep blue fainting couch, a black shawl draped over the back of it. I plucked it from the couch, arranged it on my shoulders, tied it in front, and surged onward, trying to figure out where I would find the short hallway. I worked to stay well ahead of whoever was tailing me. I did not want to confront them. If push came to shove, however, I'd let the dagger have him—or her.
The corridor came to a T. Which way? I looked left and then right, trying to discern from what I remembered my vision had shown. A gallery of tall pointed arched windows t
