Chapter 19
- I clapped a hand over my mouth, choking down the gasp threatening to escape. My body stiffened as I debated whether to linger and keep listening or retreat quietly to my chamber and pretend none of this ever happened.
- “So, what are you planning to do with Anselmo?” Fosco asked, changing the subject.
- Gosto let out a sigh. “I can’t do anything… not yet.”