There was the taste of blood in her mouth, and she had the king of all sore throats. She felt sick, like someone had stomped on her insides. Apart from that, though, she seemed to be fine. Unhurt. She took a look around. She was sitting on the floor in a small room, shackled to a radiator. She didn’t remember how she’d got here. The last thing she remembered was … She shook her head. Unimportant. What was important was getting out. The shackles were tight, and the radiator solid. There were scrapes where her chain was looped. Someone had been in this exact same situation, and recently, too. She wondered if they’d managed to escape. Footsteps. She pressed her back against the wall. Billy-Ray Sanguine walked in. “Should have known you’d be involved,” Tanith said. Her voice was rough. It surprised her. “What the hell is going on? Where are the others?” “Others?” Sanguine said, closing the door behind him. His shirt sleeves were rolled up. His tie was loose. He looked comfortable, like this was home to him.
