Chapter 37
John went up the front stairs two at a time, not caring how much noise he made on the wooden steps, then kept going through to the nearly empty linen storage room. The trap door to the attic was closed, but Branwen was strong enough to do that. The priest might be too.
John’s shaking hands as he pulled the attic stairs down had nothing to do with exertion or fear. He remembered the sensation from his youthful fighting, part of what had drawn him into it. He was flooded with adrenaline. An almost painful exhilaration surged through him, unnatural and exquisite.
Flight was out of the question, leaving him only one option. Fight.
He pulled the stairs down and climbed up. The lights were on, so someone was here. Branwen had turned them out the day before. He didn’t want to scare
