Hillary pov
I went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. “Ma'am, do you need something?” Greta entered with her pajamas.
“No, Greta, I can manage; you can go back to bed.”
“Are you sure?” “Yes, I'm sure.”
“Call me if you need me.” She left after I nodded.
I was feeling uneasy. Rodrigo has been attacked so many times. What if it happens again?
No, I shouldn't think like that. I grabbed my tea and sipped it slowly. I paced up and down and kept staring at the huge clock on the wall.
“2:23 am” and he's still not back. He told me not to worry, but how could I possibly do that? How could I do that when he's literally on a dangerous quest?
I fidgeted with my fingers, sipping my tea to no avail. I waited for his arrival.
“Maybe I need something to distract me.” I made my way to
