He turned and walked into the darkened hallway that led to the inner chamber.
Portia stared at his retreating back and clambered to her feet. Even though he was heading towards the demented woman and her demon, Portia hurriedly followed.
She did not want to be alone in this dungeon.
The cavern was large, but the inner chamber had been chiseled into small, regular-sized rock cavities with bars that covered the openings.
This particular catacomb had eight small rock cavities, only one of which had a resident.
The woman sat on her cot, eyes wild as a banshee, red hair limp and dirty to the point where it was almost black.
Gone was the beauty that was the legend of Topaz. All that remained was a wild hellcat who muttered responses to conversations only she could hear.
Raphael Summer eyed her with a cold detachment. He could not get the image of that fresh young face when Celeste first arrived at Jade.
She was a true beauty.
