Merrick sat on the cold floor of his dark cell. It had been four days since he had been thrown into this pit, and with nothing to do but ponder his fate, time had dragged on like an eternity. He had grown tired of counting the cockroaches that scuttled across the dirty stones and was now doing something more productive. He was bringing to memory verses from the Bible.
The only relief in his gloom had been seeing Charlisse. But that was a few days ago, and her absence brought an aching fear to his soul. With her father and Kent prowling Port Royal, carrying out their wicked plans, Charlisse was not safe.