Michael’s POVAnabelle must have sensed the storm building between me and Fernando, because the moment our voices sharpened she slipped into the room and gently placed a hand on Henry’s back.“Come with me, sweetheart,” she murmured to him.Henry glanced between us, worry flickering through his eyes, but Anabelle didn’t give him time to protest.The silence that followed was thin, stretched and trembling then Fernando spoke.“You can glare at me all you want, Michael,” he snapped, “but I did what I had to do. You weren’t seeing what Ashley was doing to us, to you.”“To me?” I echoed, incredulous. “You really want to start with that? Go on, say it. Say the ridiculous thing you’ve been hinting at.”Fernando folded his arms, his jaw tight. “Fine, she was whispering in your ear like she always did. Getting in your head, making you doubt us, making you… drift.”My blood boiled.“Don’t do that,” I said, my voice low. “Do not stand there and act like I’m some puppet Ashley controlled. I’m n
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