You must awaken!” Navarro opened his eyes, instantly alert at the distress in his retainer’s voice. Inigo stood beside the bed, wringing his hands. Navarro huffed out a breath and stretched his arms above his head. “What has our guest demolished now?” “She’s gone, sir! I went to wake her so she could bathe before dinner. But she’s gone.” “You locked the door?” Inigo straightened, clearly affronted. “Of course. She used a nail behind a picture frame to pick the lock.” Navarro sat up and looked at the graying light, peeking around the edges of his curtains. Nightfall would be complete in minutes. “The dogs didn’t deter her?” “How was I to know those hounds from hell would appreciate a fine Burgundy?” “She fed the dogs her potion!” Navarro laughed and climbed out of bed. “What about clothing?” Inigo swept an arm in a wide arc. “She pilfered your closet while you slept!” Sure enough, his closet door gaped wide and several items lay puddled on the floor.
