Chapter Nineteen:
Robert's Point of View
She stood before me, disappearing completely inside my silk shirt, her slender body drowning in a space that did not belong to her, yet my scent that besieged her did not succeed in stifling her pride.
I watched her eyes; they were not the eyes of a broken girl, but rather they spoke the language of deals that do not accept loss.
She demanded 'sovereignty' in the heart of my own home; she demanded a key and a lock, as if she realized that I am a hunter who prizes rare melodies more than gold bars.
At that moment, while she was setting her conditions with coldness, a poisoned question invaded me: which of us is truly the prisoner in this room? Is it I, who owns the walls, or she, who has begun to own the keys to my astonishment!!
I looked at her, trying to hide my admiration for her request, and said:
"The key to your room requires a lot.... your sweet voice cannot buy it."
