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CHAPTER 11

SEÑORA HERRERA? Rafael in hell? Denial and outrage bubbled up from the very depths of Angela’s heart.

“No!” She pushed herself from Ramos’s warm arms and sucked in a bolstering breath before voicing her outrage as she glared at Father Dom, wondering how he even dared to declare her married. “Por Dios, no matter what words were said last night I am not and never will be the wife of that vile demonic creature. Do not ever refer to me as Señora Herrera. And you.” She pointed at Rafael. “Are not going to kill yourself or go to hell. We will, however”—she touched Ramos’s arm—“obliterate Herrera together once we have the proper weapons and a plan.”

The priest shifted his gaze between her and Ramos, pointedly looking at her hand on Ramos’s arm.

Angela automatically pulled her hand back, as if it were sinful of her to touch the warrior, but doing that really did feel wrong. She had a difficult time believing any part of the wonder and pleasure she’d shared with Ramos was wrong. It seemed the
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