He didn’t look a day over thirty, and she already knew that her grandmother had never hired anyone to work on the cellar because there had never been a need. So clearly this man had either just carved his initials into the rock before she’d spotted them, or he was insane.
She was gonna go with insane, she decided, slowly exhaling as the black dots multiplied and threatened to drop her on her ass.
He sighed heavily. “Look, I don’t have time for this. My mate’s being a bitch and won’t get off my ass until I check on something. Unfortunately, you walked in on something that you shouldn’t have seen. Granted, we would have taken care of you before we left,” he said with a careless shrug of his shoulders as she fought to process what he said.
She tried to take a step back only to have her arms yanked roughly behind her back and her hands tied together. Someone kicked out her legs, causing her to drop to her knees on the stone floor, sending sharp pain through her knees and legs.
“I’m sorry about this, little human,” the man said as he pulled back a large fist.
“No!” she cried out seconds before she was struck in the temple. She fell backward, slamming her head against the stone floor with a sickening crack as her world went black.