Chapter 39

Farren's Point of View

Rafael sat with a split lip. Camilo with a black eye. Neither looked at the other across the kitchen. Although both of them winced whilst they were being tended to.

Alejandro had taken up the task of cleaning Rafael. Amy cleaned Camilo. I was sure that they had decided it in such a way because Amy might have murdered her son. From the furious look in her eyes, this might have been more true than anything else. But it wasn't the only emotion running rampant inside of her. She was disappointed in Rafael.

So was I.

Arthur stood watch beside me. Hands crossed. Stern look on his face. Fury wouldn't begin to cover how he felt. I felt different. Would never forget the blood spilling from Rafael's lip as Camilo dealt the first blow. Or how Alejandro had desperately tried to pry him off of Rafael.

The shrill voice of Amy screaming at them to stop as they were rolling around on the ground. Until Arthur jumped in. Jerked the two apart and tossed them to the side as if they