Margaret sat on the parapet and stared at the skein of rope at the man's feet. Followed it to the knot tied to the railing that led back to the noose around her dainty neck. She looked over her shoulder at the craggy peaks so far below.
"You said you'd let me go."
The man smiled. His right hand held her waist, anchoring her in place, while the other smoothed strands of her wind blown hair. "And I intend to."
