"Don't know," Cathair replied as he knelt down to examine the floor just beyond the window. Very little glass, mostly what he'd just knocked in climbing inside. "I'm trying to figure out how it got in. All the glass is on the outside. Which doesn't make any sense."
He looked around the devastated cottage. "Unless they let brought it in with them," he added grimly, shaking his head. "All I know is that Drina's gone and that bastard telling me she made a valuable contribution to whatever bloody twisted thing they're doing here makes my stomach turn."