"You lie there." Spawn flung her to her couch. "After this night's work is done, we'll see whether you will or you won't."
"She may not stay in here." Perona suggested.
"She will stay."
"You seal her in?"
"I will seal her in."
Perona's eyes roved the little bedroom. One window oval and a door, both overlooking the patio.
"But suppose she should get out? There is no way to seal that window properly from outside. A cord!"
A long stout silken tassel-cord had been draped by Jetta at the window curtain. Perona snatched it down.
"If her ankles and wrists were tied with this—"
"No!" burst out Jetta. And then a fear for me rushed over her. A realization, forgotten in the stress of this conflict with her father, now swept over her. They were planning harm to me.