Elizabeth watched as her daughter sauntered over to where Phillip sat. The tightness in her stomach got worse. The first time she’d watched this she...hadn’t suspected anything. She had truly thought all she’d catch was Phillip making phonecalls to his lover. Instead, she had been shocked to watch Clair straddle her father’s lap. She was petite, only five feet tall, and only her toes touched the floor as she scooted over Phillip’s lap. He, in turn, embraced her tightly, his hands running down her. Whenever I pictured Hell it was dark with flames and maybe inside a cave. A hotel? This didn't make any sense."Pay attention kid, each of these doors leads somewhere. Some lead into various departments, some lead to sanctums and other exotic places. The rule is the same for all of them. Unless it is 'your' door leave it alone. How do you know if a door is yours?" TreFual stopped. "Look behind you."Looking back I could see the yellow glow lightly emanating from my door. I hadn't noticed it. It was, of course, a slight exaggeration, but I was pretty sure I had winged one subalteran and knew I had done several Redcoats including a big sergeant."Try to find Gilly," he said after I asked again. "She's probably around somewhere, poor woman. A good lay, she was." Who?" One of the camp followers," he explained. "Her man was killed a month or so ago, and she's gone from hand to hand and straight down to the gutter since then, a rummy some say. She'll swive anybody, even you, for a. They made it along the far wall of the bridge without being spotted and crept up to the outer curtain wall. The gateway was open, allowing them the ease of storming through and taking them by surprise. Quietly they scaled the wall and prepared for attack. Hamish MacDonnell was just coming into the courtyard, as Blair MacRae burst past the gate, his sword raised above his head. He stood in disbelief, as he watched MacRae after MacRae run in behind him, all brandishing swords and knives. Blair.