I vigorously washed my body more than once, but that smell continued to envelop me and intoxicate my mind.
Even more frustrated than before, I got out of the shower and dried myself quickly, trying to bury that perfume under the still clean clothes, which smelled of home, of the farm, and went towards the door, but as soon as I tried to open it, a large man dressed in black stopped in front of me preventing me from leaving.
He was a man from the Order of the b****y Cross.
Defeated, I shut myself in my room again, thinking about my aunt.
Who knows where she had gone?
That situation had made her very agitated and her continuous coming and going made me very nervous.
Luckily, on my aunt"s
