*Isla*

Green eyes shine out from the darkness in the corner of the room. I hold my breath. I’d seen Antony lock the door. But we aren’t alone down here.

Then, I hear a meow and see the eyes blink and shoot toward me. Before I realize what is happening, a cat is rubbing against my leg.

But it isn’t just any cat. I know this cat!

Stooping to scoop her up, I look at her little face. “Ginger,” I mutter. “So you are still alive.”

“That’s your ...