Andrew returned to the castle taking a winding staircase to the dungeon. He selected a short chain intending to use the cuffs to secure his hunter's ankle to a pillar. Then even if she managed to get the ropes loose, she still couldn't roam freely around the castle making a mess of his life. If she could pick the lock, well at least it would slow her down a bit. Then he would know for sure... although that knowledge wouldn't do him much good if she got free and killed him.

He shook his head, he didn't want to think about that. He left the key to the cuffs hanging on the wall. He could get it when he got back from town, or tomorrow, or never. He wouldn't ever be able to trust her, would he? No. He carried the clinking chain and headed back to the parlor to further secure Miss Death and Doom.