The cars went past the open gates and parted. I stood by the window looking down on them, my fists clenched on my sides.
"Damn this."
I turned away from the window and walked out of the room, my footsteps heavy in agitation. I went down and headed to the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water.
"Qalif."
A gruff voice spoke behind me. I turned and saw Uncle Angus, his eyes firm and his expression hard.
"Uncle Angus."
"She really made you stay, didn't she?" He walked towards me and sat himself on the stool, his back ramrod straight and his fingers steepled.
"Who told you?" I asked frowning. He grunted and leaned back lightly, his eyes trained on my face. "The guards whom she ordered not to let you out."
"Damn."