Chapter 30
A groan escaped Evelyn as she brought a hand up to cup the back of her aching head.
What happened?
Her eyes snapped open as it all came rushing back to her.Mr. Spencer, if that was his true name, had escaped! He pushed her, thebastard!
Ignoring the ache to her bottom and the throb in her head, she rose, blinking as her vision briefly spotted. She pressed a hand to the filthy, damp wall of the dungeon, pausing to regain her composure.
Her gaze settled disdainfully on her hired brute and her eyes narrowed. Abandoning her spot near the wall, she strode purposefully over to his prostrate form and gave him a swift kick to the ribs.
“Up! Up, damn you!”
He groaned.
“Wake up, you oversized, mindless beast. Wake up and go after that bloody bastard and his idiot woman!”
Evelyn went to the dungeon’s door and pressed the latch.
Nothing.
She shoved. Nothing.
“No,” she breathed, the sound swallowed up in the think air of the death chamber.
She pressed the latch and shoved simultaneously, pressing her shoulder firmly against the thick wood.
Nothing.
“No!” she screeched, hitting the door with her hands that still bore the stain of Spencer’s blood. “You bastard, you bastard,you bastard!”
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