Chapter 27

Farren's Point of View

Rafael had kept his word. The moment Isabelle let me know Camilo had left the building, I trotted outside in her clothes. Noticed Rafael standing against what looked to be an old chevy impala. The car was black. Had darkened windows. One white stripe splitting the roof.

His eyes lit up when he saw me. But I paled in comparison to him. His suit was freshly pressed. Cut in tight to his waist. Shaped his broad shoulders. Black on black with a crisp white shirt. Matching black shoes and belt. All he needed now was Aviator glasses and I would be his in the blink of an eye.

Rafael pushed away from the car when I came closer. Eyed me up and down with a hunger in his eyes. I shied away. Smiled up at the tall beast of a man.

"You look gorgeous." He whispered. Leaned in and kissed both of my cheeks. The sparks were short-lived but high-inducing regardless.

"I look like the Pauper aspect of the Princess and the Pauper duo, so don't even start with me," I grumbled. Walke