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ELLISANDRA WALKED out of the theatre as quickly as she could without running, down the steps, into the alley. Around the corner, in the main street, she leant against a shop wall to catch her breath. Her heart was still thudding like crazy and her cheekbone gave sharp stabs of pain. She brought her hand to her face. It was bleeding again.
She could still hear Nemedor Satarin’s voice behind her.
Run home, little princess, run home.
What was that supposed to mean? Run home and be spied on by others? Enzo even? Or did he have spies in the other houses surrounding the building site? Was he using the Citizen’s Groups to intimidate people into obeying him?
You know what? She wasn’t going to run home, as he so obviously expected. She wasn’t some kind of delicate flower who’d run to her fa
