CHAPTER 18
Cold.
Soggy sphere.
Smelled of dirt.
I felt like I was about to throw up the moment I opened my eyes, lying half-buried behind a huge trash can overflowing with dirt somewhere in a narrow alley. Thankfully, my entire body was wrapped inside a large sack, so the filth hadn’t ruined my dress. The two bulky men were nowhere in sight—only a few stray dogs and cats prowled nearby.
Slowly, I pushed myself up from the grime and glanced around before stepping out into the bustling street beyond. Glancing at the posters and signboards, I realized I was still in Italy.
I began wandering aimlessly, praying Salvatore would find me. People passing by threw strange, pitying looks, as if I were some homeless beggar.
Salvatore... Did he even know I was missing yet?
After half an hour of
