China Sorrows sucked in a short blast of air, gritting her teeth against the sharp pang in her stomach. Her hand flailed in the darkness, colliding with something heavy and vast. It took her a few moments to realize she'd hit the wooden cabinet that stood tall beside the fireplace. She smiled. The door was to the left of the cabinet; she could recall when she'd entered the room making note of her surroundings, unaware of how useful that information would come to be. He couldn't hold her here. China Sorrows could not and would not be kept.