Aurora leaned back on the kitchen chair and glared at Vanessa.
“Better?” she asked, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Yes, much better,” Vanessa replied sweetly, “it wasn’t very nice of you to leave without telling everyone. They must have been worried.”
Aurora groaned.
“I know, but I thought you would understand. I don’t know who that person is, that King Riccardo was talking about. I couldn’t risk leaving a message, because I didn’t know who would see it. And I didn’t want to talk to Sofia, because I needed to leave quickly, before anyone noticed that I wasn’t a prisoner in that guestroom anymore.”
“You did the right thing,” Raffaele assured her after ending the phone call. “I’m glad that you’re here, actually. You’re safe here until you figure out what’s going on.”
Aurora was reliev
