Chapter 5
Audrey couldn’t stop staring at the door, thinking that at any moment the handle would turn, and he…it…whatever you wanted to call it…would come into her room.
All right, it wasn’t really her room, merely the place the Whitcomb-demon had dumped her. But right then, it was the only sanctuary she had.
All remained quiet, though. An antique clock ticked on the mantel, but otherwise she couldn’t hear anything at all. Maybe the demon had sat back down at the table and calmly finished eating his meal, since he knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
Even though she knew the effort would be futile, Audrey went back to the window again and tugged in vain at the latch. About all she accomplished was to chip her supposedly chip-proof gel manicure.
“Damn it,” she muttered. In the grand scheme
