Diego played a cheerful tune on the piano, but his heart was heavy. He was concerned about his slip in the dawn light with Jaime.
"There you are," Victoria sighed, running a hand along Diego's tense shoulders, making his fingers falter on the keys. He had not heard her approach, lost in his own thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
"Jaime tracked Zorro all the way back to the cave," Diego sighed.
Victoria laughed. "Is that all, Diego? Jaime is smart, and always learning. He's like you, in many ways."
"Too much like me," Diego murmured. "He even says he knows my identity."
