Lisa’s heart immediately leapt into her throat. Charles Findlay was back and coming for her. Her hand tightened on her bed leg, nails digging into the wood, but she waited, listening tensely to the soft sound of footsteps moving toward the bed. Lisa didn’t move until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Whirling then, she swung her weapon with all her might for where she expected Findlay’s head to be.

The bed leg with its nasty nails was already swinging up when she recognized Robert. Crying out with alarm she tried to stop her blow, but the best she could do was change the angle enough that she didn’t plant the leg with its nails in his eye as she’d intended. Instead it glanced off the side of his head, making him leap back with a pained shout.

“Robert,” she gasped, dropping the makeshift weapon and leaping off the bed to hurry to him as he dropped to his knees. “Oh God, I’m sorry! I thought you were Findlay. Are you all right?”

The answer was a groan, and Lisa frowned as she knelt beside him and tried to get a look at his head. However, his hand was covering the wound, and while she wanted to know how badly she’d injured him, she could only think that her not being able to see it was a good thing. While she was worried about the damage she’d done, she did have a tendency to go faint when presented with blood. It was probably better she didn’t actually see the wound until they were safely away.

“What happened?”

Lisa glanced up from Robert to see Daniel standing in the open cell door, a frown on his face as he took in the situation. Apparently Robert hadn’t come alone to rescue her, she realized. Although she hadn’t a clue how they’d even known where to look for her. Putting that aside for now, she said unhappily, “I thought he was Findlay and hit him with the bed leg.”

“The bed leg?” Daniel asked, his eyes sliding to the bed against the wall.

“I stuffed my petticoats with straw from the mattress and jammed it under the bed to take the place of the leg I removed,” she explained wearily.

“Clever,” Daniel commented, glancing over his shoulder to the room behind him and then back. “Can you walk, Robert? We should get out of here. There is a house full of servants upstairs. If one of them comes down for any reason, they could bring all of them down on us.”

Robert grunted and struggled to get up. Lisa immediately moved to help, dragging his arm across her shoulders to help support his weight. When they staggered to the door, Daniel backed out to allow them to pass. His gaze dropped over her as he did and he asked quietly, “Are you all right, Lisa? Findlay didn’t . . .”