Dawn
My dress catches with every step as I"m pushed and prodded up the stairs. I fall forward twice and my guards are forced to catch me. They grunt and groan at my clumsiness when, in reality, it"s weakness that dogs me at every turn. It"s all I can do just to keep going.
With every movement, I feel the blade that Mya gave me. If Juan grabs me by the waist, he"s sure to find it. And if he doesn"t find it. I"m sure to use it.
We finally reach the door to Juan Moreno"s quarters and enter. Once again, he is seated at the table, waiting for me. He stands and smiles when he sees me, nodding approvingly at my somewhat less grotty appearance. The dress is too tight and too long, but he seems to like it. Juan pulls out a chair and waves me forward. I sit reluctantly and he shoos the guards awa
