The
footsteps didn't belong to Voss. These were not the slow and
deliberate steps of a man with time to spare; these were the steps of
a fox trying to be silent. Of course, Minty's ears could hear
anything.
The
door creaked open and a single stripe of yellow light poured in,
followed by the furtive silhouette of a man in a hurry. His smell
was unmistakable.
“Hello
Craven Lorne,” Minty said, her voice hollow and metallic.
The
figure stopped in front of her, surprised, then continued his
advance.
“Do
I die today, Craven Lorne?” Minty asked.
Craven
moved toward her rapidly now, with a sharp, whispered shhh!
Minty
tipped her head to the side as Craven started to work to release her
from the chains. “Will you save me?” She sounded more confused
than hopeful.
“Not
if you keep talking,” Craven growled. “I've killed some, but
there are more of them out there. We have to hurry.”
There
was a sound of clinking metal, and somehow, Minty's arms came free.
She fell forward, twisted and hit the cement floor hard, crushing her
shoulder and breaking her arm off above the elbow. Her scream,
though short-lived, was the worst sound Craven had ever heard.
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