Cass jerked upright, blinking at the shadows of the room glaring back at her. For a horrible second uncertainty raked her scalp. She'd no idea which chamber she was even in. There had been so many over the last few weeks. Barwych, the monk's cell, Chessington. Moonlight lay in cold pools among the silver brushes on the dressing table and her heart sank like a stone. Damn, bloody, Chessington.

A noise came from beyond the linked door. A steady rattling. As if...? Well, she ...