A person could get hurt with the hallway moving all over like a fun house at the county fair. Then again, maybe Snib had taken a hammer to the boards already to sabotage the place in the hopes that Jared would break his neck. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Now, where was she supposed to be going again? The bathroom. She was trying to find the bathroom.No. They didn’t have bathrooms here. The W.C. Wasn’t that what the Brits called it? The water closet. Absurd name. But at least it made better sense than “the loo.”There! She stumbled to a halt, triumphant. That was a water closet-y looking door if she ever saw one! She squinted at the sign, making out the letter. “G,” she said aloud. “G is for girl.” She flattened her hand and tried to aim for the damned thing. But her arm was stopped dead mid-shove.Hey! Some jerk had hold of her! Her hair tumbled into her eyes as she spun around, ready to knee him in the groin to make him let go. Her captor evaded her trick move with practiced skill.
