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With that he was gone.
Hector told us not to disturb John and that he would sleep for a good while yet so not to worry, then he headed to Peloryon Island.
Killian took Harley’s hand. ‘Well, mo ghrá, it seems our honeymoon is well and truly over. It was good while it lasted, though, wasn’t it?’
Harley smiled. ‘It was.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ Iliana said. ‘I’d quite forgotten we dragged you back from your honeymoon. I haven’t even asked you how it went.’
‘That will have to wait,’ Killian said. ‘I’m away to Ballydraiocht, but I’ll keep in touch and let you know as soon as I hear anything.’
He kissed Harley tenderly then he vanished, leaving the rest of us staring at each other.
‘I suppose Zephyr did have a point about us,’ Sky said sadly. ‘We’re always in bother, one way or the other, aren’t we?’
‘I shall miss him so much,’ Iliana admitted, wiping away a tear. ‘How’s poor Aurora, Raiden?’
‘In bits,’ he said briefly. ‘Aither’s keeping her going right now. If she didn’t have him to care for I think she’d be in bed, crying her heart out. She didn’t even want any lunch.’
That was bad news indeed, but not surprising.
Aurora was going to take a long time to get over the death of her father. We all were. And whoever had killed him and taken Trinity—well, they were going to pay for it. I’d already made up my mind about that.
Chapter 5
Trinity
Well, I thought bitterly, this wasn’t how my trip to Whitby was supposed to go. Where the hell was I?
I’d thought at first that I’d gone blind, and I’ll admit I panicked a bit. Shaming, I know. Sirius wouldn’t have panicked, and I don’t think his sisters would either. Well, maybe Sky, a little bit. But, you know, I’d just woken up from being asleep and it took me a while to adjust, like when you’ve had a weird and involved dream and you can’t quite figure out if you’re still dreaming or this is real.
It took me a moment or two to realise that I was blindfolded, and almost at the same time as I realised that I realised a couple of other things.
Firstly, I wasn’t gagged, which was a blessing because, honestly, the thought of that terrified me. I mean, what if you’re sick? Or you choke? Doesn’t bear thinking about.
Secondly, my hands were free, so I wasn’t tied up. Great, so I could just remove the blindfold, right? My captors, whoever they were, clearly weren’t the brightest.
Unfortunately, when I lifted my hands to pull the blindfold away, it quickly became clear that it wasn’t shifting. I had another moment of panic then because I couldn’t find a strap and I wondered if they’d glued the damn thing over my eyes.
I tried to get to my feet, but something banged against my ankle bone, and I heard the distinct rattle of chains. They’d chained me up? Okay, so now the panic was rising again, fast. I was blind and couldn’t run away, even if I’d dared attempt it with no sight and no idea where I was.
It dawned on me that my back was against a wall, and I huddled into it, trying to control my fear. The wall was damp and rough. My nose twitched and I realised I could smell the sea. What’s more, as I focused on that smell and the panic subsided a little, I became aware of the sound of waves.
Think, Trinity! What the hell happened to you?
Well, I’d been in Whitby, I remembered that much. I’d been standing in that cute little street, Church Street. Although I have to say, it might be cute, but it’s murder when you’re wearing heels, which I was stupid enough to do. I’d got into the habit years ago and it was hard to get out of it, especially as I’m not that tall and barely reach Sirius’s shoulder without them.
Cobbles really aren’t a girl’s best friend when you’re wearing them, though, and what with that, and the crowds of tourists who were thronging the street, it had been tricky to get from one end to the other, especially as I’d had to call into nearly every shop and business down there, asking if anyone had heard of Sister Agnes.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if anyone had, but all I’d got for my efforts were blank looks and puzzled shrugs.
So I’d reached the end of Church Street and what? I tried to picture it in my mind. I’d been debating whether to head down Henrietta Street, or to go up the hundred and ninety-nine steps and see if anyone who worked at the abbey or church had heard of her. I mean, abbey, church, Sister Agnes. Makes sense, right?
But then…
Then nothing. I had no recollection of what had happened to me after that. Zilch. So how had I ended up blindfolded and chained in some cold, damp hovel, with the sound of the sea echoing around me?
Was I in a cave?
