Mary Reed Mccall
Mary Reed Mccall
“The insolent woman had shut him in. He took three steps forward, blinking in the pitch darkness. When he encountered nothing but blank air, a tickle of unease lit in his belly. He shook it off, scowling and reaching to find the door. Hell, it was only a few steps farther; the chamber wasn’t that large.
A lancing pain shot up from his toe as his foot glanced off a wooden crate. Damn. He’d veered too far to the right. As he rubbed away the ache, Duncan sucked in his breath and scowled more deeply. He hoped Aileana was enjoying her jest, because in a few short moments she was going to pay for it. When he got outside this cursed little chamber he’d— His gloved hands hit something hard. The door. Relief filled him, tingling to the ends of his fingers as he found the hand latch and pushed.
Nothing. It wouldn’t budge.
That set Duncan back on his heels again. Curse her. She’d thrown the bar home. His mouth tightened. There was only one other method of escape that he could think of trying.
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