3Lucas
I wake up Friday morning with a throbbing headache that adds to my fury. I’ve barely slept—Diego and Eduardo kept sending me hourly updates on their search for Yulia—and it takes two cups of coffee before I start feeling semi-human.
As I’m getting ready to leave the kitchen, Rosa walks in, dressed in jeans instead of her usual conservative maid’s outfit.
“Oh, hi, Lucas,” she says. “I was just looking for you.”
“Oh?” I try not to glower at the girl. I still feel bad that I had to squash her little crush on me. It’s not Rosa’s fault that my prisoner escaped, and I don’t want to take out my shitty mood on the girl.
“Señor Esguerra said I can explore the city today if I take a guard with me,” Rosa says, watching me warily. She must’ve picked up on my anger despite my attempts to lo
