Amy's POV

Two more nights passed by, dragging at a snail’s pace. The whole thing about "house arrest" had been a joke on my side; I did not know that Madame Loretta was actually not going to let me step out of the room at all.

The day after Antonio left, I tried to leave my room in the evening—just to get a bit of fresh air in the garden. I had only made it to the stairs before I was accosted by two men so tall I had to tilt my chin up at an awkward angle just to look at them.

"Where are you going?" the first one...