Chapter Eight
Room With a View
Morgan could hear faint screams reaching her from the other parts of the mill, reminding her once more of her failure. She had been shocked when he removed the choking cloth after his final question. The memory of it suffocating her still sent chills down her spine. The feeling of drowning had been overwhelming, and so very real. She had thought, for sure, that she would die.
Not for the first time since he’d left her, she pulled at the straps that held her down to the plank of wood. The efforts of her aching muscles produced no new results, however, and she finally gave in, panting for breath. She could feel sweat coating her body beneath the press of the itchy canvas straitjacket.
“I didn’t know that you’d told Montega,” he said as he came to stand abov
