CHAPTER SEVENAleda was feeling more and more afraid.
She realised that it was growing late in the evening and the sun had was losing its strength.
At the same time there was now very little air coming into the room through the window.
She felt thirsty, but nobody had come near her since she had been locked in the small room.
She sat down on the low bed, but was feeling too tense to do anything but listen, praying that by some miracle Doran would come to save her.
In the far distance she could hear voices, which she thought must come from the opium den and she was fully aware that the sickly-sweet smell of the drug was percolating into the room.
It made her feel as if she could not breathe and she could only pray fervently that she would be saved before it was dark.
‘Save me, Doran –
