CHAPTER NINETEEN.
Two days had passed since she'd last seen Mr. Eduardo. He'd been locked away in his room, Vasco being the only one allowed into the room of death, as the maids coined it. They said it had the faint odour of death, and also stale sweat and that was enough to tell her that he was fairing poorly, which was also confirmed by the daily presence of the doctor. She knew that she shouldn't be so concerned about someone who'd kidnapped her and held her against her will, but she couldn't help the way she feared for his health. Feared for him.
She pressed her ears to the doors of his room now, straining to hear the voices of Vasco and the doctor, who had just come in some minutes ago. She'd ran after them of course, trying to get a feel of what might be going on inside the room a
