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"Her name is Shea," he was saying in a determined voice. "Miss Starla Shea. I've traced her this far. She is driving a white Anglia, a rental from Malone's in Dublin."
It happened that I was Starla Shea and shock went through me. I tried to imagine what this total stranger could possibly want with me, seeing this shopkeeper give me a curious glance.
Picking up one of the maps, I hid behind it, the thought that the man at the counter had purposely followed me sending a wave of apprehension over me.
My dreams that night were of Lord McClery. The wolf's head ring flashed on his hand, and I noticed that the stones that formed the glittering eyes were gone. Then I looked at him and saw them glaring evilly out of his attractive face, turning it into a cruel caricature of himself. Horror washed over me, and I woke to the sound of my own voice.
When I could contain my fear no longer I began to run, darting recklessly into the shadow of the cloister. Something stirred above me...I threw back my head, and a bright flash of sunlight spilled through a hole in the decaying roof, catching me in the eyes. I blinked.
It was then I saw a dark, stealthy shape poised at the edge of the opening above me--an animal of some sort, its ears pricking against the pale sky.
I screamed, and the creature sprung. I glimpsed a horrendous snout below the sharp ears...and something clutched viciously at my shoulders. Hands? Human fingers?
I lay staring up incredulously into a wolf's fiercely leering face. There was something unnaturally hideous about those snarling features, something half human. Terror throbbed through me on beating waves of pain, and I slid gratefully into a soft, merciful sea of darkness.
My eyes were open. Yet the nightmare continued to haunt me. Whatever was there outside the Queen Chamber door was real--and it was clawing viciously at the carved wood.
Foolishly, I had neglected to slide the heavy bolt into place, and the door was flung suddenly back. A huge, gray shape plunged toward me. It charged onto my bed, its slavering tongue snaking out at me, driving me deep into the pillows. I screamed again, pushing futilely at the creature's heavy chest.
Nearby, someone laughed delightedly. Kendy.