His attention was fixed on the prisoner, whose expression had changed from amusement to something resembling relief.
“It's awake.” The man whispered.
The vibration stopped and silence followed, so complete that I could hear my own heartbeat.
Then three knocks sounded from beneath the floor.
My blood turned cold.
We'd heard those knocks before, beneath the garden, beneath the ruins at Ravenshollow, and inside the walls of my bedroom. Each time, they'd arrived just before something impossible happened.
This time, the sound came from directly beneath the prisoner's cell.
He closed his eyes.
“Finally.” He said and Damon drew his weapon.
“What have you done?” Damon demanded.
“Nothing. It has been waiting for you.” He said.
“For me?” Damon asked.
“For both of you.” He said.
The floo
