She pressed her fingers against her temple and tried to force her mind into order. She needed to think past the shaking, past the ache in the back of her skull, past the fact that she did not know how many hours had passed since she last knew where she was. She needed to.....
Then suddenly the lock turned.
Santiago walked in. Two men followed him through the door and took up positions without being instructed to, and she understood immediately that they were not there specifically for her. They were simply part of how he moved through the world, as natural to him as the silent servants and the man named Mateo, extensions of a structure that did not require explanation.
Santiago looked around the room with the mild, assessing expression of a man checking on something he owned. His eyes moved to her and settled there and he did not say anything yet.
