C11 CHAPTER ELEVEN

Boy Snatchers

He felt a bit unreal and put it down to the fact that he hadn’t slept a wink, unlike the English mercenary, who had snored the night away. Sandro’s spare bed was hardly built for two and he hadn’t dared move for fear of waking up his unexpected mattress sharer. The sun burned in a scalded sky, the early pearled light gradually being dispelled by its fierce heat