Chapter Forty Seven

She grimaced at her reflection. The deep cut was ending near her ribcage, showing her skin between swells. She let out a slow breath. It could be worse. The dress was long but there were many slits, baring her legs. She was feeling like a burning fire. It was matching her anger and hatred for him. She was determined to give him a painful death.

"¡Muy hermosa, Reina!" Bud ran the brush through her long silky hair. She was touching them delicately.

She grabbed her hand and turned to her. "I'll help you. But you have to help me first. What's this place?" She asked. "Exits, entrances, counts of his guards, everything." She demanded.

"That's impossible. You can't take his men down all by yourself. Your husband must be here at any time." Bud said, confidently.

She narrowed her eyes at her seeing her confidence. "I'm not certain." She remembered the angry face of her husband when he couldn't find their whereabouts. Arturo was making his job very difficult.