Alejandro's Point of ViewFarren was trembling on the bed. Had locked her arms around her knees. A barrier, I realized, between the two of us. This was where the conversation ended. She had no intention of opening up more. I couldn't blame her.Not that I could form any words at the moment. But her eyes were downturned. Sad. I had made assumptions based on her past. Something she hadn't done with me. I hadn't given her the benefit of the doubt. Although, hearing her say she was a virgin? Fuck my life, I prayed to the goddess she couldn't see the bulge forming in my pants.Timidly, I shuffled forward and sat on the tip of the bed. Not too close that she would recoil if I went any further. Just close enough that she knew I wasn't going anywhere. She might be done with this conversation but I wanted to get my point across. That I had never thought she was a whore. I also had never thought she was a virgin but that was beside the point.She needed to know that she was worth more to me tha

I had wrapped my blanket around myself in a haste. Hurried over to the en-suite bathroom and pulled open the faucet. Water sputtered to life. Made puffs of steam billow out. In the same breath, I ran back to my room, just in time to get another vigorous knock from Nerezza."Farren. I know it is early and you are still tender about last night but I just want to make sure you are fine." She pleaded with me, her voice breaking slightly at the end.I bit down on my bottom lip. Eyes skimmed the room for something, anything, to get rid of Alejandro's lingering scent. It was too soon to introduce him to them. Besides, I was up to my knees in shit with my family at the moment. Priamos' betrayal still stung the back of my throat. The only thing that had numbed it out was having Alejandro close. Feeling him inside of me.My memories of last night hissed down to my groin. Settled in deep. I bit down a moan. Slithered across the memory of his skin on mine. Nerezza knocked again and I was thrust b

Camilo's Point of ViewMy whistle echoed off of the walls of the warehouse. Bounced around, letting the men in the back room know that I was well on my way. With my hands in my pockets, I walked on. Took in the mess of bullet holes in the walls. Skirted past the three bodies littering the floor, with crimson seeping out of them.A fine coating of white powder lay on the tables around me. I stifled a growl at the sight. So much product, fucking wasted. All because a couple of humans had grown greedier over the last few years.Alejandro's footsteps were near silent behind me. His hands rested on the hilts of his daggers hooked into his belt. Those piercing eyes took in everything. Assessed our losses. Counted the ruined packets. I could feel him taking it all in. Felt him making his sums and calculating how much we had lost.That was a matter for a different time. What I had to do now was figure out why the fuck they were here. How the fuck they had gotten in without someone spotting th

Farren's Point of ViewThe gaping hole left in the back door was wide. Resembled my mind. Shattered. Gaping open to the world beyond. The world I no longer had the desire to face. Replacing the glass was going to cost a fortune. I just knew it.Camilo had broken it without restraint. Smashed it apart with no consequences to follow. Had retreated through it later on, right after ripping my being out of my body. Followed Rafael to wherever they had to go. From the look he had given Camilo, it had gone sour real fast within Lupitum. I had thought the air would return to my lungs once he left. It refused. Buckled and fluttered to nothingness inside my chest. I heaved. Gripped Zaven's arm in the process. We were all still staring at the spot Camilo had just been in. One minute there. The next he was gone. Whiplash. Nerezza shook her head. Braced herself against the small table I had against one of the walls, hip jutting out. I had intended to use the table for keeping keys and things on

Rafael's Point of ViewFarren looked like a deer caught in headlights. With her unblinking wide eyes and parted lips. Her hands trembled on the counter. There were bags beneath her eyes. A tightness to her shoulders. I shuffled inside, careful not to let the glass trip me up."I assume Camilo told you what happened?" She breathed. Clapped her hands together in front of her face and let them fall to the counter. Tired. Those were tired and conflicted eyes."He gave me the gist of it," I admitted. Leaned on the counter in front of her. She nodded. Pushed away some of the empty plates from what I assumed was their breakfast. Her eyes scanned my face intently. Took in every nook and cranny. "And how does that make you feel?" She asked. I shrugged.The truth of the matter was that I felt a twinge of jealousy toward Alejandro. Who wouldn't? But it wasn't enough reason to go off on her. Blame her for sleeping with him. At the end of the day, it was her body and her choice. He had just been