“Someone? I’m locked in the attic. Help me.”But no help came. With a sinking heart, she realized that no help would come. Everyone had left the house. Julie wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning and there was no guessing when Raina and Chloe would return from the slave quarters. Even if they did, they’d never hear her at the back of the house in the unattached house slaves’ quarters.The seclusion she’d been thankful for not minutes before, now punctuated the hopeless situation she’d gotten herself into. Fighting down panic that would serve no purpose, she sank to the dusty stairs and prepared herself for a long night of waiting to be found.Then that familiar high-pitched laugh resounded off the walls. Sara jerked her gaze to the attic platform above her. Two disembodied large, evil eyes, swooped down on her, then receded, then swooped again and receded. The laughter grew so loud Sara had to cover her ears.Katherine.Anger boiled up in Sara. “Do your best, Katherine. Jonathan is mine, and I will find the letter.”
