For a moment, Christian even wondered if the dogs truly came from hell itself. Of course, as a man deeply shaped by the Enlightenment, he knew such thoughts were nothing but ignorance. Reason rejected them outright. And yet, standing before those gaunt creatures, he could not entirely silence the unease crawling up his spine.
"Come, let's go—to the hotel. Someone is guarding the door," Catalina said firmly.
At once, the servants moved. Those who had horses mounted swiftly; those who did not remained behind at the inn, tasked with guarding their belongings and waiting for their companions' return. Within moments, a column of armed Hispanics was riding through the streets at a hard gallop.
