Cold water dropping over my face roused me. I groaned as the throbbing in my face rushed in. I felt a cool, wet cloth moving over my bruised, likely bloodied flesh. My memory slowly piecing together information, reminding me where I was and what had occurred. This caused me +
+ of the main floor before he appeared. I still had the candlestick in my hand, fingers tightened down on it so hard, I could feel the rough edges through my gloves. Somehow I knew this fight would be inevitable. I kept my eyes on the man even as I addressed the woman beside +