CHAPTER TENAnthea watched miserably as the sun slowly sank in the sky plunging her into darkness inside her prison.
‘I must be in a basement,’ she now decided, as she shivered in the gloom, ‘because I can hear people outside in the street and they seem to be floating above my head.’
She could hear sounds of heavy footsteps overhead and the sound of singing.
‘Perhaps we are beneath a restaurant or tavern, but whereabouts we are in the City, I have no idea. I wish I could get my bearings.’
Her rumbling stomach reminded her that she had not eaten a thing since Roberto’s delicious sfogliatella.
‘Now I am glad I ate so much this morning, but I shall soon want something else. But do these men intend to starve me as well as hold me to ransom?’
Outside she could hear her captors’ voices.
