“And would a guest kick in a door trying to get out? You will be quieter, and I expect this to be all tidied up by morning.”
The door shut with a click.
That pumpernickel. Was he really not concerned about her broken toe? He was so mean. Although . . . as she wiggled her toes, she realized that maybe it wasn’t broken.
But he didn’t know that.
Definitely a stuffy jerk.
And what about the rest of it? He’d just been messing with her, right? There had to be another reason why the door was locked. Probably just Hernán being paranoid . . .
Because he kept some information here that he didn’t want anyone to see.
Information she very much wanted to get her hands on.
By morning, Ágata was a wreck.
Her eyes were burning and her head was throbbing. She really needed some sleep.
She didn’t d
