I didn’t want to cause trouble, however. I lowered my gaze and walked away, placing my cup on a table and leaving the dining hall to go to my quarters.
As Dr. Avila had told me, the bathroom was down the hall. After I unpacked, I showered quickly and returned to my room, thankful I had the key for this lock. I twisted it, then laid out my clothes for the next day, turned out the light, and got between the cool sheets.
I closed my eyes, but what I kept seeing wasn’t Manolo Viejo’s cruel, triumphant grin, or even Sam Lucas’s smug expression, but that poor, severed hand.
Eventually, I slipped into a fitful doze.
* * * *
I opened my eyes to find myself deep in the jungle, my mouth dry and my heart pounding, and I held myself very still.