As our gazes clashed, his seemed to carry a load of meaning. Disappointment, worry and uncertainty. And there were also the questions I could clearly see. They swam in his eyes and I knew what they pointed at.
Why was I here in Ronda? How come I hadn’t first come to see him?
He was with a group of other people and it looked like an entourage of some sort, I wasn’t quite sure.
Shame and anxiety coursed through me and I looked away first. I tried to concentrate on what was going on in the arena, but it was obvious the show was over. The bull had been killed, murdered, rather, and his blood filled the ground on which he was slumped on. All around me, cheers rent the air. Even Charles cheered, not realizing the zig zag emotions roiling through me.
I brazed a glance behind me but father Ja
