Several hours passed in which Yaliana did nothing except eat a rather mediocre lunch. It agitated her to be kept in this room, confined to her bed, but she had to get back her strength. The only thing she could do was rest.
Nothing broke the tedium until there came a rap on the door, and it opened.
“Boss Wakuma!” Yaliana exclaimed.
His imposing figure loomed into the room, two bodyguards on either side of him. He sauntered to the foot of the bed. Yaliana felt small and helpless laying there without her armour and with her injury. She wished she could at least stand.
He perused her for a moment. “I commend you for finding my daughter, and for staying with her until you could be found.”
“Sir, it was none of my doing,” Yaliana admitted. “Your daughter found me, and she brought the rescue
