Bound to Secrets
“Looking around the large room, he wondered how long she had been here. Years, he would guess. Despite the dereliction, the place had a lived-in feel. The only furniture was a single chair and the narrow mattress—so she obviously lived alone. But colored rugs covered the rock floor and paintings, mainly of animals and the moors, brightened the stone walls. And there were books everywhere; everything from cookery to torrid romances.His rucksack was propped in the corner and he pulled out his only other clothes and then hunted for something to eat. He found paints, canvas, more books, but—apart from a couple of tins—no food. No wonder she was too thin.Did she have anyone to help her? How the hell did she manage, if she had the same effect on everyone she got close to?Grabbing his rucksack, Connor headed out. As he stooped to step out through the gap in the wall, pain hit him like a drill to his skull. He swayed, and then balanced himself with a hand against the rough stone as the pain receded.
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