Father held her life in his hands and he’d threatened her to stop me from trying to track her down. Not that that had stopped me. I knew he held her somewhere in the manor and I’d been spending every waking hour searching for her, but I’d never even found a clue to her whereabouts. But sometimes, in the dead of night, I woke suddenly, sure I’d heard her screaming, alone in the dark. I hoped that I was just having nightmares. But I was almost certain I wasn’t.
