"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."
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