CHAPTER 11

HENRICO

She looks like a wild mare. Pacing back and forth as if he wanted to dig a hole in the ground or in my head, almost foaming at the mouth.

I watch her from the top of the stairs, hidden, safe, a few steps away for safety and am amused by the unusual situation. My mood was sour at not receiving any news about Alencar's arrest.

He should be stuck at dawn, damn it!

I don't know what the hell she's doing here, but I'm enjoying the show. Guilhermino stares at her hypnotized, still shaken by the hurricane that Amelia can be.

I smile, even though I don't understand anything. It's funny to see her so restless and angry.

"Where is he?" he yells breathlessly, causing my friend to take two steps away.

"Who?" He says, looking at her scared.

The girl seems more impatient to hear her question as an answer. Snorting in displeasure.

"You know very well." He says, pointing a finger in Guilhermino's direction.

I find his behavior strange, his gaze scans every corner of the room looking for somet