Savanah screamed at Jacob when he shoved her back down the stairs she’d just come up. Her jaw dropped when she caught a glimpse of the contents of a dungeon room for which the door had been previously shut. “That’s all my bloody relics. That’s all my stuff. How did it get from the museum to here? Stop, for the love of God!” She gripped the handrail, her knuckles now white and burning. Jacob pulled up a step behind her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck. “Ewh! Get off me!” She shoved him back and sent a little zinger through him to show she meant business. She focused on a wooden table in the center of the room and from there her eyes slowly glanced upward. Her stomach knotted and she wished she hadn’t looked. A pendulum hung above the table. Damned thing looked awfully authentic. Deep grooves were gouged into the table. The crimson-stained blade had chips missing. Savanah tried frantically not to think about a person being severed in half, but the more she tried not to, the clearer the vision became.
