chapter 11

Z A R A

He notices my discomfort and chuckles, "Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything to her unless you give me a reason to. So? How is she?"

"Good," I answer flatly after chewing my food.

"Does she go to school?" He pushes the topic more

I nod.

"Is she still interested in English literature?" He asks. I can't tell whether he's genuinely interested or trying to keep up a conversation. I look up at him with wide eyes, okay, but how does he—

"She told me in one of the classes we had together that she was interested in the literature field," he explains, probably because I looked shocked. I nod again,

"She's studying English literature."

After a minute or two of eating in silence, Alejandro slams his hands down on the table, making me flinch back, "May I ask why you're not speaking to me?"

He's joking, right? "Do you want to hear the truth?" I ask quietly.

"I would appreciate that," he says.

"Will I be punished for speaking the absolute truth?" I ask cautiously. He stays quiet for a momen