THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA

Was that Johan? He hasn't come home yet, and I'm-- We must get out of here, now, interrupted Kurush, scrambling out of bed. Papa? Kurush reached her side and pushed her into the hallway. Papa! protested Frya. Christiano came out of his room. What's the matter? I will explain later. Wake Angelica. We're leaving. Angelica appeared behind Christiano, wrapped in her robe. Let's move! said Kurush ushering them to his study. We'll take the roof. As he finished speaking, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock downstairs sent a petrifying chill through each of them. Kurush placed his finger over his mouth to hush them and motioned for the women to enter the study. The next sound was the front door opening, followed by faint noises and a short gap until it closed. Maybe it's Joh--Kurush placed his hand over Frya's mouth, his eyes wide with warning. Whispers and footfalls echoed from the corridor downstairs. Kurush grabbed a baseball bat from behind the door of his study. Christiano latched onto it. A short grapple ensued before Kurush conceded. He made a ratifying nod and let go. Christiano gently pushed him into the room. Kurush's eyes never left Christiano's as he shut the door, locking him out. Angelica, who had been the first to enter, realised that he was nowhere to be seen. Christiano. She pushed past Frya to reach the door. Kurush placed his hands on her cheeks and spoke in a whisper. This is what he wanted, Angelica. Pleased. You and the baby come first. Angelica you must think of the child, said Frya. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she allowed herself to be dragged onto a large roof garden bordered with blooming flowers and furnished with lounge chairs, a small greenhouse. Kurush drew the curtains before shutting the pato door and locking it behind them. We must hurry. This is not the only entrance to the garden. We're going to make our way to the building next door. Do you think you can climb onto the roof? Angelica looked at the rooftop and shook her head. The apartment building next door belongs to friends of ours, whispered Frya.

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