Mina
Just as Pompeo opened his mouth to continue his cussing, there was a sharp knock on the door.
What was it this time?
It wasn’t gentle or hesitant—whoever it was pounded with urgency. We both turned to find the wooden door rattling with vigour.
At the sight of this, Pompeo frowned, and his irritation flashed across his face.
“What?” he barked.
Instantly, the door swung open, and one of his men stumbled in.
His face was pale, his chest heaving like he’d run all the way here. Which he... had?
What was so important?
I turned 180 degrees in my seat, trying to see what was going on, but the man ignored me completely and focused on Pompeo.
Oh.
“Sir,” he gasped. “You need to see this.”
That made me worried. It was always about me. This could be about me too. As expected, Pompe
