CHAPTER 51

I glance at the door desperately, wondering whether I can make a run for it. My legs are still shaking underneath me and I probably have a concussion but that sounds more appealing than spending time in a room with Beatrice Walden. Unfortunately the devil herself is standing in the doorway, blocking my only form of exit. She's glaring at Brody, her lips set in a straight line as her beady eyes flicker between him and I. "Please can both of you leave." I say quietly, feeling a wave of nausea...